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It's Family

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Summary: When a midnight break in turns into an impromtu family reunion two sisters will have to stick through thick and thin to build the family they've always wanted. But they have to outsmart the Mafia and dodge old childhood nemeses to get what they want.

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A/N: I've made Corky and Faith seven years apart. So Corky was 21 when Faith was 14. I wanted to put up Chapter 2 and Chapter 3 updates because I had these scenes pop into my head and I thought they were a good place to go from. Oh, and for all you mechanics out there forgive me for the simplified version.

Thanks for reading.

Chapter 3

Corky slid out of the front door and saw that her truck was gone. The streets were empty and she realized that it must have been earlier than her usual wake up call. A few solitary cars swooshed by in the dew heavy air splashing the puddles that flowed from the gutters into the dents in the middle of the road. Buffy leaned against the mailbox pulling her two thousand dollar cardigan close in the cool morning breeze. Then, darting her head from side to side she pushed off and headed down the street toward main street.

A sliver of brown hair caught her attention. She rushed down the stairs off the porch and navigated her way to the garage on the left side of the house. Her leather jacket flopped slapping against her sides. She stopped when she came upon two legs sticking out from under a van. It was greyish. One of those maintenance vans that you see driving in and out of apartment complexes. Nondescript. Corky wondered if she had more in common with her sister than she originally thought.

“Need a hand?” Corky stooped to find Faith working up a sweat. “Did you hear me?”

“I got it...thanks.” Faith tapped her foot.

Corky nodded as she pushed her hands into her jean pockets. None of the neighbors would be up for another three hours. And that worked fine for her, especially if Delilah Finckle still lived around these parts. “I was thinking about going to get some supplies...”

Faith pushed herself from under the car, which seemed rough, seeing how she was splayed over a piece of cardboard. “Hand me the wrench.”

Corky headed over to the blue toolbox and returned in a flash. “Did you hear me?”

Back under the car, Corky could hear a sigh. “What about it?”

“I thought, maybe you'd want to tag along.” Corky went to get one of the empty trash cans and flipped it over using it as a makeshift chair.

“Corky, I'm not here to be your puppy.” Faith slid from under the car. She tossed the tools back into the box. “I'm not goin' to lie Corky. I was...am genuinely happy to see you all safe and stuff.”

“I'm glad to see you too, sissy.”

Faith picked up the piece of cardboard and tossed it into the garage. “That's the thing. You don't get to disappear from my life for ten years and then come back like shit hasn't changed. I ain't that 14 year old kid you left crying in the driveway Corky.”

Corky watched as Faith walked into the dark street leaving her cold and alone in the driveway. She knew something like this was going to happen. She just didn't know how to fix it.
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