Hello everyone! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Here is chapter two please let me know what you think so I can know if I'm going the right way about this or not. Please R&R
And I do not own Fable 2, Reaver, Alex or the lionhead studios ra ra ra.

Chapter two- Who is this unknown daughter?

The small gathering had made their slow way back into a large room, converted into a sitting room. Several soft sofa's sat back to back, a few luxurious chairs stood before the fire, and a large grand piano was set out to allow the player a good view out of the large windows. All the seats were taken, Reaver stood looking over Bowerstone; but his gaze kept wandering back to Catherine who was now sat before the piano playing a few chords before a heavy sigh for her lips.

It was so familiar and yet...so distant. He rose his goblet to his lips and took a mouthful, allowing the bitter substance mull of his tongue a few moments, before swallowing it. The satisfactory warmth down his chest and throat didn't take his mind away; if anything it intrigued it more so. Taking a confident stride forwards and gracefully lowered himself to the seat beside her watching her thoughtfully.

"Who are you?" Reaver asked bluntly, his lips set in a firm line. His chin risen in a sense of rebellion, those dark eyes never leaving her profile.

A faint smile curled at her full lips. "Who aren't I?" she retaliated, before shaking her head lightly. "I am Catherine. Sparrow's daughter." she answered softly. "Who else could I be?"

"You look like neither parent. Unless of course Sparrow was much more uninhibited that I first though, and as I guess shot at it- and incidentally I never miss, I would wager you aren't either of their children." Reaver announced taking another quick sip of his wine.

A tinkling laugh stole from her lips. "Very good. Very good indeed." she announced softly. "I am adopted. Alex found me a couple of years ago. I had been walking through the forest, and I fell in the river. He found me at Bowerlake, washed up near hero hill." She answered, peering at the male from the corner of her eyes.

"Well, my dear you can seem to hold an interesting conversation. Also maintain a steady argument. I have officially met someone worth my while." He announced softly.

"I don't enjoy arguing. It seems a wasted reason to be screaming at someone." Cathy argued, brushing a few stray hairs from her face.

Reaver chuckled, a sort of laugh that rumbled through his chest at an inwards thought as he rose to his feet. Setting his glass down he placed a hand on either shoulder and bent down to her ear. "Then maybe I can give you a better reason to scream." He whispered, allowing his lips to trace the shell of her ear tenderly. His breath hot on the back of her neck. Hell, It seemed the best plan he had to prove to his inner demons she wasn't Lizzie. It helps him get over his wild fantasy, and give her a hell of a time she can boast about for the rest of her life.

Catherine whipped around in disgust, her mouth jarred with alarm at his words-hanging uselessly. Wordlessly. Shaking her head to gain composure, her brows knitted together in a scowl, lips puckering into a pout. "You would really suggest a wild romp in some...some cupboard at a wake? With the widower's daughter? While he is in the room? Adopted or not." She hissed in no more than a whisper. Colour rising high in her cheeks.

Reaver smirked, "Comfort sex, My dear. Just to make it...a little easier on you. Who said about a wild romp in a cupboard. I assure you I am more open than a closet." He answered softly. "Unless of course...your to prude to even talk of it." he answered, his hand cupping her chin, his leather covered thumb tracing her lower lip.

He watched her with a grin, her eyes half closed as her mouth slowly began to part. 'Bingo' his mind whispered risking a peek at the ground all talking about memories of Sparrow as he continued to caress her lower lip, judging how scandalous he could be until he got her alone, when his thought track was cut off as she crunched down hard on his thumb.

With drawing his hand sharply in shock her looked down at the youngster sat before the piano, her lips spread into a satisfied smirk. "You were a fool to believe you could get away with that." she hissed lightly. "After all, goodness know what I could catch." she added snappily, turning her back on him.

About to grab her shoulder and force her to face him once more, the voice that irked him more than any other voiced up. "Oi, Reaver. Come and sit with us. How did you first meet Sparrow?" Hammer called beckoning him over with a hand, wavering slightly from her consumption of drink. Her cheeks ruddy with cheer.

With a grumble He sat down and joined in the discussion, finding the conversation rather dull. He barely knew the girl, hell he couldn't even boast about sleeping with the woman! She was prude, up tight and the spire guards saw to that.

He was snapped back to his thoughts as he heard the piano play a familiar song, one that he recognised, masked from memory. Misty but recognisable. Catherine's soft voice singing all the notes just how she did. The tune completely mirroring the performance he listened to all those years before.

'I've been looking for an original sin
One with a twist and a bit of a spin
And since I've done all the old ones
Till they've all been done in
Now I'm just looking then I'm gone with the wind
Endlessly searching for an original sin

I've waiting for you
since you've been born
I'd watch you secretly
but not for long
And since I know all your dreams
I understand what you need
And when I call you
you must go where I lead
Your dreams are so hungry
it's time now feed

So I bless you with my curse
And encourage your endeavour
You'll be better when you're worse
You must die to live forever
I will show you the depths of the night
We can never go wrong
Together we can take it
to the end of the line
My eyes are like a shadow
on you all of the time

And since I know all your dreams
I understand what you need
And when I call you
you must go where I lead
Your dreams are so hungry
it's time now feed'

By this point Reaver's face had gone a deathly pale. So un-naturally pale he was almost luminous to the dark room. This was...was their song. He still could vividly recall Lizzie sitting at the tavern piano, explaining how she felt it applied to him and herself. How they were both one another's original sins, and how both were coy to meet and that they had indeed been watching and waiting for each other secretly since they were born.

She had been but seven-teen at the end of their time...It was impossibly. If it was here it seemed careless to still be seven-teen after all this time. Surely someone with enough knowledge would notice...but...only one person survived it...could two really escaped with an eternal existence?

Impossible! He remember Lizzie's screams. It still haunted his every dream. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face. Saw her being chased by the shadows into the house they stayed in. Her final scream ringing his ear to this day. So it was impossible utterly impossible. Yet...

How else would she know that song? He didn't recall her ever passing the song to anyone else. Nobody else, not even famous bards knew the song. In the early days after Oakvale's demise he went from tavern to tavern, hoping someone knew it. Just to make him feel closer to her. Even just a little bit. But with his quest to find the song there was no prevail.

Then out of the blue. After all these years...It appears from nowhere, on the mouth of Sparrow's adopted daughter's lips, who looked no more than a day over seven-teen. Was this just a old hope cropping up after all this time, or was the light really being blessed with a second chance with his love? He shook his head. "It sounded ridiculous. What sort of childish dream was going through his mind? The fates would never be so kind.

But how to be sure...

Reaver rose to his feet in one swift motion and strode from the room hastily, his cape rippling on the air as he rushed to when the butler had taken his personal effects, slamming the door behind him.

He yanked his bag up; aware what he sought wasn't in his trunk, and in a swift motion, up turned it pushing through various items. Combs, more ammunition, a second gun, a spare broach for his cloaks, his coin pouch, condoms...That was when he spotted it. A tattered, well handled plain frame that was no where as grand as it was these days but it was doing well for 500 years. (even if slightly singed from the fire started 200 years back with a black head band and was a shocking red; fiery to match her prior.) Inside the wooden frame was a delicately painted portrait of a very attractive woman. As beautiful as Catherine, though her hair fell in a cascade of delicate curls, pushed personality.

Reaver let out a sigh foreign to his lips. Tracing a gloved hand over the sun faded face he bit his lip. He felt like he had a tragic past life. One that he still remembered. One that despite it not really being him...hurt. In a time he was Tobias. 'Tobias was such a sweet boy, shy and very eager to keep everyone happy.' Reaver thought to himself. 'So young and naive. After all, when Elizabeth came into the picture...expressing her affections for him he felt his heart swell. A beauty such as she to fall for him. What a weak man he was.' Shaking his head once more Reaver slid all that was scattered out into the bag, pausing with the frame before setting it on his bed side table.

The door opened a crack, a slither of dark hair could be seen from outside. The dark vision knocked before pushing the door ajar as Catherine walked in, her hand resting on her waist. "Why did you leave so suddenly?" she asked curiously. "Has something irked you?" she questioned lightly.

"Where did you learn that song?" Reaver growled lightly. "The one you played in the study." he questioned watching her like a cat would watch a bird.

"I wrote it." She answered with a sense of pleasure and gratification which was short lived as Reaver got to his feet and pulled out his gun, slowly advancing on Catherine his hand grabbing the throat, pushing her against the wall. Setting his cut to the middle of the forehead.

"Liar!" He chortled with amusement, but his eyes flashed and told a different story- fury burning in them. "Your taking the credit for someone else's work, my dear." he tutted disapprovingly shaking his head. He could feel the blood pumping around her veins quicken, her body trembling with fright. Eye's frantic with a silent plead. "I knew the girl who made it, I was the first to hear it played. So I'm going to have to kill you." he chuckled as if it was a simple joke. He cocked the hammer on it with a dull clock, his finger on the trigger, but his hand shook. He couldn't pull it.

He'd killed plenty of people he had sexual desires with. After all, Bridget is a good example. He liked her. Yet here the pirate king was faltering. She looked too much like her. He remembered seeing her frightened after hearing of the tale of Twinblade, how it was rumoured that he will come to you in your sleep. Everyone else too t is good jest, but as always Elizabeth believed everyone; her heart had always been too big for her chest. Now he was looking as an almost identical image, her eyes glistening with tears as her body shook.

"Please..." Catherine whispered. "Toby, have mercy." she managed to plead, her eyes looking up at the taller male imploringly.

Reaver froze, the hand holding the gun faltered and dropped the gun with a heavy clunk on the wooden floor, his hand lowering from her throat his body trembling with shock. Was it true. "D-did you just call me Toby?" He asked shakily.

With a small shaky breath she nodded slowly.

"Elizabeth?" He asked softly, taking a step closer to her his heart hammer, a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

Catherine shook her head, edging across the wall and ran out of the room slamming the door behind her, leaving Reaver pale faced staring after her in shock.