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A/N: I don't remember how Kyra telling Reba she was moving in with Brock went so please forgive me.
Cole pulled his sleeve back and looked at the face of his watch. It had been only fifteen minutes since Kyra had told their mother her wish to move in with their father. Already a feeling of tension had descended onto the house. Cole had made an effort to disappear as best he could from the family, sitting on the roof and writing on his small pad. He knew that they would question him, as he was the closest to her. Yes she had told him her plan to move out, but he was about to betray his sister's trust.
A coded knock came at the window below his feet. He responded by stomping his foot twice. Kyra appeared as she climbed out of the window and looked up at her brother.
"So what do you think?" she asked.
"I think you kicked a hornet's nest," came his reply as he sat the pad to the side. Kyra climbed up beside Cole, using a trick he had taught her.
"They hate me," she said. Cole put his hand on her solder.
"They're just confused is all," he replied, attempting to reassure her.
"Do you hate me?" she asked, looking at him.
"If I hated you, we wouldn't be sitting here having this conversation. Besides I probably would have thrown you from the roof just to get the room to myself," he said, earning a laugh from Kyra.
"Cole? Cole where are you!" came Cheyenne's shout from within the house. Cole let out a groan as he allowed himself to fall flat on his back.
"Are you going to answer that?" asked Kyra, looking down at him.
"You kiddin'?" came his reply. The two chuckled for a moment.
"Cole Hart! Come out of hiding right now!" came Cheyenne's shout. Cole sighed before he stood up.
"The queen calls," he said dryly as he leapt down to the space in front of the window.
"Are you seriously going to let yourself be ordered around by her?" asked Kyra, looking down at him. Cole shrugged.
"Someone has to cover your butt as best they can," he replied. Slipping back into the house, Cole glanced down the stairs and found Cheyenne, Reba, and Van waiting in the living room. Taking a deep breath, he straightened himself out and descended the stairs.
"There you are! Did you throw your lot in with that little traitor? Did you?" asked Cheyenne, rushing the stairs. Reba quickly grabbed a hold of Cheyenne's solders and held her daughter at bay.
"I'm pleading the fifth," said Cole, coming to a halt about half way up the lower flight of stairs.
"What do you have in common with that little red head anyway?" asked Van in a commanding tone. Cole cocked his eyebrow.
"Well twins come from the same egg so technically Kyra and I are two half's of the same person, I like to think of that as a start," came Cole's reply.
"Who's talking about chickens and breakfast?" asked Cheyenne, causing Cole to give himself a face palm.
"I don't have time for this," he said as he turned and began to climb back up the stairs.
"Wait a second!" came Reba's command, causing Cole to come to a halt on the stairs, but he didn't turn to face his mother.
"Cole, did you know that Kyra planned to move in with your father?" she asked. Cole nodded, still not turning around.
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Because I promised," he replied, turning around and facing the rest in the family.
"You need to tell us stuff when it threatens your family," said Reba.
"I didn't throw my lot in with some terrorist, I threw it in with my sister who from the looks of things is heavily outnumbered," said Cole. Reba found herself in a stunned silence.
"All she wants to do is get away from all the drama around here, is that to much for her to ask?" he continued. Reba released Cheyenne and sat down on the edge of the coffee table.
"Why didn't she say that?" she asked, her voice softer now. Cole gave his mother, sister, and brother in law a look.
"Because she knew that you would try to talk her out of this," he said before he turned and walked back up stairs. Reba sighed before she looked at her daughter and son in law.
"Maybe he's right, maybe we are full of drama," she said.
"Mom are you kidding? That's just some stuff he made up to try and hide the truth from us," said Cheyenne. Reba gave her daughter a look before she stood.
"I'm going to let Kyra live with her father. Granted I'm not happy about it but I can understand why she wants to leave, although I don't get her destination."
"Is that some how a rumor about me?" Cheyenne asked. Reba looked at her daughter with a since of patience.
"For once I wish you didn't think that the world revolves around you," she said.