Rachael.

The prettiest name in the world, and the only one that he could ever like. Her name was beautiful, just like herself. Her raven black hair reached down her back, a least it had years ago, when he last saw her. Eyes were the same as her brothers, a light shade of greenish brown that glittered every time she smiled. Her style of clothing was... different to say the least, wearing jeans and dark make-up with her multiple t-shirts, but the way she smiled made the emo look work.

And then he woke up.

Eric sat straight up and stared at the wall for a moment before he realized that he'd only been dreaming about her. Again. Groaning, he threw off the covers and got out of his bed, and walked to the bathroom to douse his face in cool water. He stared at the mirror. Rachael's face haunted his dreams, and made him relive so many regrets in his life, it wasn't fair.

"Damnit." He muttered out loud. He hadn't seen her since going to school with her brother years ago, but he'd reunited with him, his sister was only a step away. He mentally chided himself and changed into his work uniform. The Silver Guardians was the best thing for him; keep his mind off of her for a while.

Downtown

A raven-haired beauty stepped off of a bus and sighed contently. She lifted her large sunglasses off of her face and set them on her head, pushing back her straight locks away from her face, but allowing her bangs to fall freely on her forehead. She glanced around and hoisted her large backpack up higher on her shoulder and started walking down the streets in her holey jeans and loose black t-shirt. Then she saw him, although he was dressed in a white body-suit but it was unmistakably the form and figure of her brother.

"Wes!" She shouted, catching his attention. He looked up and grinned widely at the sight of her and took a step forward. She dropped her bag and ran for him, and they met in the middle, him catching her and swinging her around in a tight hug. She pulled back with a wide grin. "Believe it or not I missed you." She said, a laugh lighting up her voice.

"I don't know if I believe that." He said with a smile, taking off his painter's hat, revealing a head of blonde hair. He gave her a last squeeze and let her go. She smiled brightly up at him and then her gaze caught at the people behind him who were dressed similarly and staring at the interaction.

"Uh, Wes." She pointed behind him and he glanced and jumped, leading her over to them.

"Sorry, these are my friends; Jen," he motioned to a girl with brown hair who attempted to smile, but only managed a nod. "Lucas," A guy with spiky dark brown hair smiled suavely, "Katie," a dark skinned tall girl waved once, "And Trip," A guy with green hair sticking out of his hat waved happily. Rachael smiled brightly and ignored the death stare that the brunette girl was giving her.

"Hi." She said, sticking her hand out directly to Jen. "I'm Rachael. Rachael Collins." Jen's eyes widened and tilted her head slightly. "Wes is my brother and Irish twin."

"Irish twin?" Tripp asked curiously.

"We were born on the same day, exactly a year apart." Wes smiled. "I'm older."

"That's not an excuse to not mention having a sister at all." Katie scolded and Wes looked ashamed.

Rachael dropped her hand and turned to Katie. "Oh really?" She crossed her arms and gave her brother a look. He blushed and his face contorted and attempted to change the subject.

"So Rachael, why did you return to Silver Hills?"

"To bother you." Rachael grinned, but then she got uncomfortable. "For real, Dad called me." Her face wrinkled into a frown. "He's finally ready to force me on multiple blind dates with business men I have to force liking." She shook her head. "It's like the freaking middle ages."

Wes put his arm around her shoulder and gave her a small hug. "It'll be fine Rach." She looked up and smiled softly, but then pulled away a little.

"I hear you moved out?"

Wes grinned and nodded. "Some things happened, and now I live in the Clock tower with my friends." He nodded at the other four. Rachael smiled at them too and picked her bag up off of the ground and sighed. A limo pulled up next to them and their butler Philips got out of the back and smiled at the girl.

"Hey Philips," she hugged the butler and turned back to her brother and waved. "See you around." She sighed and slid in the limo. Philips nodded to Wes and sat in after her, and Wes watched with his hands in his pockets as the limo drove away.

"She looks nothing like you." Lucas was leaning on the rake with a grin on his face. "Mainly because she's amazingly good looking."

"Shut up." Wes said grabbing the trash bag they were raking leaves into. Jen moved slowly but then got back into raking.

Collins Mansion

Rachael stepped out of the limo and Philips took her bag from her with a soft smile.

"Don't be wary Miss Collins, your father is the same man he's always been."

"That's what I'm worried about." She said softly looking up at the huge white house. Rubbing her hands on her torn jeans, she started walking into the large house. She stepped into the grand hallway and looked around, it was the exact same as she remembered from her childhood. Her father had sent her to a high class boarding school on another continent for the past few years, meaning she could almost never see her brother, and being only a year apart, they were very close.

"I don't care what you have to do, I want…" Mr. Collins walked through the door and saw her standing there. "Rachael." He opened his arms and pulled his daughter into his arms, smiling at her warmly, or at least as warmly as he could. A younger business man stood behind him and was blushing lightly. "I would like to introduce Martin Hallowell." Rachael smiled weakly and nodded at him; Martin blushed bright red and nodded with an awkward 'Hi'.

"Dad, I'm going upstairs."

"Long trip?" Mr. Collin's asked to which Rachael nodded. He smiled after her as she climbed the huge staircase to the second floor where her and Wes' rooms were.

Up in her room, Rachael flopped down on her bed and sighed deeply. Her room was opposite as it had always been, clean and neat walls in their light lavender color, crisp white furniture and neatly arranged pictures on the walls, but underneath her bed and in the closet showed her true personality. CD's were lined up in boxes, DVD's and electronics galore around and dark colored clothing in the closets. She started pulling posters and things out of the closet and set them up again, and after an hours work, her room was once again normal.

"Your bags, Miss Collins." Philips said at the door. Rachael smiled and took one bag while he left the other ones and after the butler left the room, she opened one and pulled out a silver case and instantly stowed it under her bed, covering it with a blanket. With a sigh she unpacked her clothes and other things and spread them all over her room and was done. She then lay on her bed with a book, and in a few minutes she was asleep.

Eric's House

She's back. He watched her get off the bus and run into Wes' embrace. Her long dark hair was the same as before, her mannerisms, her clothing, her facial features, and that smile. Her bright smile.

Damnit! Eric shook his head and continued to pace back and forth. He is the Quantum Defender. Why is he obsessing over his rival's sister? He's the leader of the Silver Guardians, people work for him, but that one girl made him go completely insane. Rachael. He settled down in a kitchen chair and sighed deeply and laying his head on the table with a groan. He wasn't going to sleep tonight.