Summary: Striker reunites with someone he thought he'd never see again... his little sister.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

Striker nearly jumped at the voice. He turned to see a young lady who looked to be in her early twenties, and... there was something very familiar about her.

"'Course not, little lady. I'm just waiting for someone right now."

"Oh, well, that's a coincidence. So am I." With that, she took her seat next to him at the bar.

Both imps ordered their drinks and for what seemed like ten minutes, maybe longer, they drank in silence. It didn't help that the saloon was awkwardly quiet due to the lack of the usual patrons. Then again, it was pretty late in the evening. Yet, Striker couldn't help but notice her glancing at him as if she were trying to check him out.

"Y'know, it's rude to stare."

She turned her gaze, seemingly embarrassed. "Oh, sorry! I don't mean to be nosy, but... you kinda remind me of someone."

Striker raised an eyebrow at her. "Oh really? Anyone I know?"

"I don't suppose you would." She started twiddling her fingers. "But you see, I... kinda planned to meet my brother here."

This caught Striker's attention and he turned to get a good look at her. She looked suspiciously a lot like him, except her skin had a more pinkish hue and her black hair was in a ponytail that draped over her shoulder. Almost like... wait a minute. Could it be?

He asked her just to be sure, "If I may ask, miss, what does this brother of yours look like?"

"Well, he has a very snake-like face, rings in his eyes, and if I remember correctly, his tail always had this pretty cool rattle."

"Ya mean like this?" Striker rattled his tail which made the girl giggle. "Exactly like that. Y'know, now that I think about it, you do look a lot like him."

"Is that so?" The pieces were starting to come together now, but he couldn't be the one to confirm that just yet. "Funny thing, you certainly look familiar yourself."

"Oh, do I now?"

"I sure hope so. That is, if you are who I think you are." He gave her a look as telling her to figure it out. "Or... am I who you think I am?"

The girl looked at him over again, the gears in her head started turning as she did so. He does have the same features... Wait! Can it really be?

Her eyes widened in shock. "...Striker?"

He smiled warmly at her, "Hi, Jemima."

For a moment, neither of them said anything, but he had his arms open as she launched herself into him and both burst into a fit of laughter as they embraced.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too, baby sis." Striker pulled back to look her in the eyes. "And... I'm so sorry that I wasn't there. Let's just say for the moment, a lotta shit happened."

Jemima smiled reassuringly, "It's okay, I understand. I'm just so happy to see you right now."

"So am I, sis. So am I." He chuckled and wiped his little sister's tears for the first time in years. "But, what are doing out here all alone?"

"Well, I guess you could say I'm kinda looking for a place to go." Striker looked worried as Jemima's face became crestfallen. "You see, I'd been living with this really nice couple for these past few years and despite me missing you, life was good. But then suddenly... the extermination happened..."

A tense silence followed and Jemima's eyes watered again as she took a deep, shaky breath. "It happened so fast... I barely managed to get away... but they..."

"Shh, it's okay, Mima." Striker held her close as she cried softly. "I'm here. And don't worry, I'm never gonna leave you again."

"...You mean...?"

"Yep, you'll be staying with us now."

"Us?" Her eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, I don't wanna be a burden to you or your wife, I just..." Jemima blinked in surprise as Striker snickered. "What's so funny?"

"Oh, don't worry, I ain't married." He then pulled out and handed her a little picture. "But, there is someone I'd like you to meet."

Jemima smiled seeing the happy little girl. "Oh my gosh... is she...?"

"Mm-hmm, her name's Maria." His voice softened as he spoke. "She's the most precious thing in my life." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, you're more than welcome to come live with us, at least till you figure something out."

"I don't know..."

"Jemima, I ain't taking no for an answer. Besides, I get the feeling you got a LOT of catching up to do." He stood up, put on his hat, and held out his hand for her. "C'mon, let's go home."

She sighed, but smiled. All these years and he's as stubborn as ever. "Okay... I'm ready..." With that, the two held hands and walked out of the saloon... together once more.