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A/N: sorry for the wait and sorry for this one being so short, i will do better in the future.
Cole strapped a bag to the dirt bike, containing various supplies that he would need. The backdoor opened and Kyra stepped out into the cool dusk air.
"I hear your leaving," she said. Cole didn't turn to face her, or even so much as shrug.
"You can come along if you want," he said. Kyra gave a small smile.
"I could, but it wouldn't be right," she said. Cole sighed before he turned to face his sister.
"I know," he said. They stood in silence for a moment.
"Are you coming back?" she finally asked, breaking the silence. Cole looked down the driveway.
"I will when," he stopped himself, not knowing what to say.
"When Dad and Barbra Jean aren't fighting anymore?" asked Kyra. Cole laughed and shook his head.
"All married couples fight at some point, but I'm not leaving for that reason anymore." Kyra's eyebrows came together in puzzlement.
"What do you mean?"
"Katrina hit New Orleans pretty bad, I'm going there to help some old friends of mine," he said. Kyra cocked her head.
"You do realize that the city is flooded right?" she asked. Cole returned her look.
"Didn't stop me from savin' you," he replied. Kyra nodded before she stepped forward and embraced her brother in a hug.
"Be careful," she said. Cole chuckled.
"You're starting to sound like Mom," he replied. Kyra kicked him in the knee.
"I wouldn't make a habit out of saying that," she said.
"Wouldn't dream of it." The two broke the hug.
"Insieme, possiamo superare qualsiasi cosa," Cole said, holding his arm like he was in a wrestling match. Kyra took his hand, forming her arm the same way.
"Insieme, possiamo rendere questo mondo un posto migliore," she replyed. The two hugged again before Cole mouted the bike; started the engine, and rode away. Reba stepped out the back door and stood with Kyra.
"When will he be back?" she asked.
"Soon," came the reply.