Chapter 3: Could it be?

Bonnie sat tight inside Morgan's jet. Still completely baffled by what had just happened. When they'd put on the jet packs and flown off toward the Eiffel Tower the cops were closing in on the street where they had been because, they were tipped anonymously by a resident in one of the nearby buildings. Even though she was still extremely skeptical she thanked her lucky stars that Morgan had found her. When they landed by the tower Bonnie had her guard up immediately, she saw nothing of a plane in sight. No one did. The passersby's that were off in the distance admiring the lights just looked dazed like tourists normally did here.

She almost fell to her knees when she saw Morgan press a few buttons on her wrist watch and the plane appeared in front of them. Completely out of the blue, the landing pad came down with another press and Morgan rushed on with haste, she turned to look at Bonnie and let out an agitated sigh. "Bonnie it doesn't take long to notice a jet just sitting next to the Eiffel Tower, people will get suspicious so can you gape at its awesomeness inside please…" Sirens wailed in the distance once more and shook Bonnie out of her daze. "We've been noticed come on!" Morgan rushed inside to the cockpit and began pushing buttons quickly and with precision, careful not to press the wrong one. Bonnie gripped her cane a little tighter and held the Thievius Racoonus closer to her side as she ran for it. She jumped up the landing pad as it started to close, the police cars closing in fast.

The last she had heard was a loudspeaker demanding Bonnie to stand down. She didn't, in fact she actually went up, into the sky, in a jet, with a strange girl who claims to be her ally, claims to know her father, and also claims that her father's teammate is her father. So does that make her family or just a friend? Bonnie didn't know. She wanted answers and took the time to get some.

She sat in the co-pilot seat as Morgan manned the plane. She had put the cloaking device on again so no one could see it in the sky. So many questions to ask, so many things she wanted to know.

But where to start? Bonnie decided to start out small, the basics. "So," she began. "How did you know about me?"

Morgan kept her eyes on the skies, and her expression unchanging. "You made international headlines. Not every day 'Sly Cooper' is back in action, or at least a copy-coon of his."

"I'm not a raccoon like him, but I didn't know it made national news." she replied

"No it was international, as in worldly. You made headlines in places far beyond just Paris my friend. Bonnie sat up in her seat, clearly unsure of why she'd done that. Morgan pressed the autopilot button and turned her chair to face Bonnie. "You got to understand Bonnie, the world thinks Sly Cooper dead. You not only left his calling card in that safe but you were seen with his cane and hat. Now you even have a full costume to match his. Sly Cooper has made quite a name for himself, becoming a master thief and all but you've got to understand after what happened on Kaine Island he vanished. He disappeared into the shadows he wanted to the world to forget him and his legacy, he was too big a thief not to recognize."

Bonnie sat back in her chair and stared out the window of the plane as Morgan continued. "Some say he suffered from amnesia, others claim him dead. No one knows for sure now a day I mean he only checks in with my father every few years or so but he hasn't done that in I'd say at least a good five or six."

Bonnie threw her hand up to stop Morgan from rambling. "Wait a second; you're saying Sly Cooper is alive?"

Morgan shrugged. "It's likely."

"All these years my mother was right." She said putting her face in her hands and resting her elbows on her knees. "Oh God what have I done?"

"Slow down there Bon-Bon." Morgan said clearly bringing her back to the conversation, the nickname had obviously ticked her off which is what she was hoping for. "I said he hasn't checked in with my dad for about six years now. We don't know if he's alive currently. However for most of your life so far he has been."

Bonnie tensed. All her mother's goose chases. The trips all over the world? Were they all for nothing? She stopped searching six years ago. Around the same time Morgan said that he stopped checking in. Is there a correlation? It's highly possible, but Bonnie didn't want to disclose that information right now, she was still quite skeptical.

"Anyway," she continued walking to the back of the cockpit and opening the door leading to the main seating area. "I've got her in autopilot now she should take us to our destination. Come sit back here and anything I can tell you that will help settle your nerves or bring you up to speed I am here to help."

Bonnie thought about the offer, when she walked up to the cockpit there were some nice lounge couches out there, a fridge which she hoped had refreshments and maybe talking would be nice. She never really had a friend before, could she trust Morgan? So far she's saved her tail which should be enough reason to. However she needed to know for her own sake at least where they were going. "Where is autopilot taking us?"

Morgan smiled as she shifted her weight onto her right leg and tilted her head the same, "You really don't trust me yet do you?" Bonnie sarcastically smirked and shrugged her shoulders to indicate that she didn't mean any harm by it she just needed to be prepared. "We're going to the outback in Australia, I've got a cousin there and I've alerted his com-watch that I've got you and that we're coming."

Bonnie stood a little bit at ease and followed Morgan into the lounge area of the plane, "I don't remember Bently's file saying he has a sibling."

"He doesn't" Morgan retorted. "Ever find anything in those files on a guy named Murray"

*Kaine Island four hours prior*

"Bently searched the internet with such precision he didn't leave a URL unturned. He had six different computers running at once and they scanned about 600 sites a minute each searching desperately for some sign or trace of Sly Cooper. On top of that he had 5 other computers on the other side of the lab scanning the location of everyone on thiefnet and tracking their progress and certain stories/stolen goods they were buying.

Bently assumed he could attract Sly Cooper by auctioning off The Thievius Racoonus, it would attract a lot of attention but it just might be enough to draw Sly Cooper back from the dead. It was their only chance even if it did have to insult his and Sly's friendship it was all Bently could think of.

He began setting up a bargaining page for the book when Penelope came bounding in the room panting and leaning on a spinney chair for balance to regain her breath. Bently looked away from his computer, "Penelope what's wrong? Do you have the book?"

She still hadn't regained her breath, she was extremely winded but she had to tell Bently, She'd run up 7 flights of steps from the vault because the elevator was jammed. She shook her head denying having it in possession.

Bently wheeled his chair over to her and she sat in the spinney chair, she began to lower her heart rate and breath at a mild pace, not fully normal but somewhat decent enough to talk. "When I got there," she paused to breathe, "I opened the vault and it was gone." She let out a sad sigh and her heart sank for more reasons than one and she began to cry.

"Bently," she said in between muffled cries and sniffles. "Morgan took it." Bently pushed a few buttons on his wheelchair and shot back to the computer, he pulled up the security footage and saw his very daughter hacking through his coded vault, the vault that he'd showed her how to get into for emergency purposes only, and thieving the book. When she reached the top floor of the lab she had taken out the cable of the elevator launching it to the bottom floor. That explains why it was broken. He watched as she went directly to the hangar where all the fighter planes, boats, cars, and private jets were stored. She appeared to have been tinkering on one of the luxury planes for a few short minutes before he noticed that the tracking chip that was implanted in all their modes of transportation was removed and left of the ground.

Morgan had turned on the cloaking device and opened the hangar doors and flew out with ease. Bently couldn't find a reason as to why she decided to do all of this, but he definitely knew where she was going.

"Penelope don't fret." He muttered through his nasally voice. It wasn't hard to hear the disappointment but he tried his best to push aside personal and emotional feelings for the sake of the mission at hand. "I've got a plan." He said.

He began clicking and typing away as Penelope picked her crying head up and strode over to the computer Bently was working on. "What do you propose we do?" She said wiping her nose on her sleeve and drying her eyes.

"We don't have to trick Sly into thinking we're going to 'auction' The Thievius Raccoonus at all." He gave a few more clicks and typed a few more words then turned the computer screen to face Penelope, "We're going to draw him out because he's no longer the master thief. Morgan stole the book, which means Sly's going to have to steal it back for the sake of his title, and the fact that it belongs to him and the fact that it's his entire heritage. If Sly is still connected to thiefnet in his off time, which my suspicions firmly believe are true this should have him back here in no time at all."

Penelope read the want ad on thiefnet…

STOLEN: THE THIEVIUS RACCOONUS!

REWARD OFFERED!

"But will it really work?" she asked.

"Remember when I told you about the Fiendish Five way back when? All of that was because of this book...If this won't work, it will be safe to assume that Sly is actually dead.

*a Jet heading southwest*

Bonnie found herself laughing so hard that she fell out of the lounge chair. Her hat fell off in the process and she knocked over the tray of food next to her and it spilled all over the carpet. This caused Morgan to wail in laughter even louder and she herself eventually rolled to the floor. The laughing continued for a few solid moments and for the first time in a while Bonnie felt a lot like the person she wanted to be.

"So you really just cut the cable for the elevator?" She snorted through laughs.

"I had to," Morgan replied letting out a giggle. "I had to buy myself some time. At least I waited until I was already up to the main floor!"

"That is great! I wonder if they found out!"

"By now my dad must've but he can't find me, I made sure of that." She let a satisfied smile sneak across her face as she brushed her blonde curls out of the way. Bonnie grew less skeptical of Morgan by the minute and was intrigued by all of her stories. The laughter eventually subsided and she began to clean the floor of her mess starting with plucking her hat up and placing it back on her head. "No! No stop!" Morgan said regaining her breath, she stood up and walked over to a panel on the wall and dialed a few numbers. Less than 5 seconds later two robot maids came out from back of the plane and thoroughly began cleaning up the mess she made.

Bonnie got off of the floor and her jaw dropped. "This Plane is just incredible!"

Morgan shrugged it off. "It's okay I guess, I mean it just feels normal to me. I've never been off the island before. With you I'm starting to realize what's normal for me isn't exactly normal for everyone else."

Bonnie smiled, "yeah trust me I can relate to that." She sat back down as the robotic maids finished up and she was plagued with a thought that wiped the smile off her face and replaced it with curiosity. "Hey Morgan, why did you decide to come find me, and steal this book nonetheless?"

Morgan strode over to sit next to Bonnie; she grabbed her hand and met her gaze. "I saw something in the newscast that my parents didn't. Potential. You've heisted your own mother and took up the name that you didn't realize was your birth right until earlier today. That was courage, that was bravery, something your father would have done. My parents were less than enthused about your existence no matter how shocking it was to them. They decided taking you out was a priority but not one that needed to happen right away. They needed to find Sly, if alive that is, to arrange to have him steal back his hat and cane and restore his name. I saw it differently, you are just like every other Cooper in that book, and the only difference is that you never had the chance to explore that until today. My parents didn't really understand that." She paused briefly and looked down toward the rug. "They don't understand much of anything that goes beyond airplanes, drones and hacking into things. I see you as a member of the Cooper gang, the next generation. Instead of staying stuck in the same routine like we've all been for some of us since birth, it would be a chance to reincarnate the Cooper Legacy. I got the book because I figured if I couldn't get you to come with me I could at least get you to take it and add your part to the legacy too. I do want more than that though and I'm glad you came aboard. I think there is potential for this gang to be headstrong again except with you, Bonnie, not Sly leading us all forward."

Bonnie tried to process all that Morgan had said. She took comfort in the fact that Morgan didn't shun her immediately and decided to take her own call. It seemed like something they had to bond over. They had both taken different routes and believed different things than their parents, well known parents that is. There wasn't a whole lot they had in common, but it was what bonded them together. Bonnie let her thoughts wander off as she turned from Morgan and pulled her hands away. "Thank you Morgan,"

Morgan pulled her head back up and turned it to face Bonnie as she continued. "Without you my legacy would have ended long before it even began."

Morgan shrugged and let a small smirk escape, "My father would have done it for Sly, I'm only doing what I think my father would have done back then." He words implied friendship in its greatest form, trust. Bonnie let that warm her spirit and silently rejoiced in it.

Bonnie stood and looked out the window at the world below her, breezing by so fast. The plane was lost in the clouds so it was hard to create a visual of it all. She crossed her arms and held them close to her chest. "Have you ever met him?" she asked hopefully, her eyes fell shut and she finally released the tears she hadn't realized she's been fighting all day.

Morgan stood and strolled over to Bonnie, placing an arm around her attempting to comfort her. "Once," She began, "I was about nine at the time and it was during his last check in with us. He talked to my father about how He thought he'd seen the last of Carmelita for a while. All I remember at the time was that she was with him for almost all of her trip. He said that after a few months she was demoted and had to return to Paris. She was going to return to him once given the chance because she had something big that he needed to know, it was more than words could describe. My guess now is that that news was you."

Bonnie met her eyes and she could see the sorrow and pain inside of them. "My mom was going to bring us to Sly Cooper?"

Morgan shook her head. "I'm not sure of the gory details It was about six years ago. I do know that your father did bring someone else along with him during this checkup with my father though. It was a boy, a very young boy. He looked just like Sly Cooper and he was merely a baby. I'd say he was born a few weeks before. All I know is that his name was Clyde and that it was his protégé apparently."

Bonnie's heart dropped. Could it have been possible? Could her mother have actually found her father and spent those months all those years back with him? She was gone long enough to find him and sustain a pregnancy, she was gone a solid 7 months before she was demanded to return. It was entirely possible. Was Bonnie a sister? Her mother had another child with Sly Cooper, and she was willing to bet her life on the fact that this Clyde didn't know of her mother's, or her existence, the same way she hadn't of his or Sly's.

Bonnie's expression grew cold. "Morgan, how fast till we reach this cousin of yours?"

Morgan replied, "I'd say about 15 more hours. We should get some sleep." She said fiddling with the digital pad on the wall. Immediately the lounge chairs sank into the floor and two fluffy beds came down from the ceiling of the plane. Morgan dimmed the lights and climbed into the bed closest to her. "You should rest up." She said when she saw Bonnie standing by the window once more. "It's been a long day for all of us."

Bonnie couldn't fight her exhaustion anymore both mentally and physically, she climbed into the bed and felt her muscles release the tension they'd built up all day. Not only did she find out she had a father, but now a brother. The worst part was all of this was kept from her. She was kept from her father and brother apparently and vice versa. She saw the common enemy here, Carmelita Fox. Her own mother how could she? Bonnie felt the tears escape, the thoughts raced through her mind until she finally fell asleep from exhaustion. With one thought on her mind, she was going to find her family.

*Elsewhere*

His thiefnet was blowing up with one ad particularly… He had seen it a hundred times now and couldn't believe it still. His legacy his heritage, just stolen. He turned over to Clyde who was climbing up the furniture and jumping off pretending to be a police officer. He rolled his eyes; this protégé of his wasn't off to a good start.

He grabbed his blue sweatshirt and gloves and threw some clothes for Clyde in a bag then scooped him up in his arms. "Where we going daddy?" Clyde said.

"To find my Book, my cane, and my hat and take down this copier."

Clyde didn't understand a word of what he said, but Sly Cooper knew. He flicked off his apartment light in Jersey City and didn't know how long it would take before they got back, part of him felt like they'd never be back. Part of him didn't care, he was heading back to his life the first step he had to take was get back to Kaine Island. Sixteen years in the dark and it was high time the world asked the real Sly Cooper to please stand up.

*Author's Note!*

I'm open to constructive criticism because I'm new at writing fanfiction. I started with my OC's but I plan to write stories about the Night Carmelita and Sly met up all those years ago, maybe even branch into some knew legacy stories, it's all in the works currently, but input is always welcome! I planned all along to introduce a son of Sly and Carmelita as well and I wasn't entirely sure where but with the way I was writing this is seemed like a good idea because I need him to be a certain age! I have so many ideas for this story line and I am open to suggestions as well! I promise I'll put out chapters as often as I can! Keep in mind here I am a full time college student and have other priorities but I enjoy writing this story so much I'm going to try to keep it coming as often as I can! Thanks for reading!