Gen10 chapter 6

“Mom, Dad, can I ask you a question?” Rachel approached Lily
and John.
“Sure honey. What is it?” Lily smiled at her.

“What happened?” she started somewhat sheepishly. “With my
parents and brother, I mean. I know that they’re dead and that
Ricky is in a psychiatric prison. But why? What happened?”

John and Lily had known these questions would come, but
knowing didn’t make telling the story any easier.

“First of all,” Lily began, “we want you to know that we both love you very
much and are very glad that you became a part of our family. We wouldn’t
be a complete family if you weren’t part of it.”

Then, John began to tell the story, starting with the murders of her parents
and the work involved in trying to solve them. Both he and Lily took turns
telling her what had happened with the other murders, finally finishing
with the story’s climax of Lily’s kidnapping and Ricky’s incarceration.

“He never hurt me though,” Rachel said after contemplating the information
she had just heard.
“No, he never hurt you. He actually took very good care of you until the very
end when the madness that was Ricky took control,” John told her.

Her next question was a difficult one for her to voice, and she took a moment
to compose herself. “Am I crazy too?”
“Oh sweetie, no. We’ve never seen anything in you that suggests that you
suffer from the same mental instabilities that your brother suffered,” Lily
reassured her.

“Kids in school think I am. They call me ‘the Crazy Killer’s
sister’,” she told them. “I…I never know what to say.” She
blinked back tears.

“You’re not ‘the Crazy Killer’s sister’,” Lily told her. “You’re part of the
‘Crazy Mole-Doran Clan’. You can tell everyone that. It’s something to
be proud of,” she smiled and John nodded his head in agreement.

Talking with her parents made her feel better. She would still feel awful
when the kids in school said mean things to her, but at least she had people
at home who she could count on. It was something she always knew, but it
was reassuring to have talked about it and have everything out in the open.

Christopher had discovered two things since he started school.

The first was books. He loved them. Big, small, thick, thin, with
pictures or without, he loved books.

The bookshelf that also happened to be the door to John’s secret room was
his favorite thing in the entire house. It became the first place anyone
looked when they wanted to find Christopher.

The second place anyone would have to look for him was in
front of the stereo. Christopher loved to smustle. He was the
current family champion and could draw anyone into the dance
if they had a spare moment.

Even Eugenia would participate, albeit in her own unusual way.

“C’mon Genie! Dance, dance, dance!” he would encourage her.
“Now point your finger. Ooh, ooh, ooh.”

Genie, as her older brother had nicknamed her, had started school. She was enjoying
going with her brother, but she didn’t find it as fun or easy as he had. She was also
worried about making new friends. The thought of having to approach someone she
didn’t know terrified her.

Once again, the pool served as a place for serious discussion
amongst siblings.

“But what if they find out I’m weird?” Genie was asking her
brother. “I’m not sure that people will like me when they see
that I float in the air Toph,” she finished, calling him by the
nickname she had given him.

“You’re not weird Genie. I think being able to float is pretty
cool! I bet there are other people who think the same thing,”
he told her. “And if not, they’re dumb.”

“I guess,” she said.
“I’m gonna dive in,” he told her, making his way to the pool ladder.
“CANNON BALL!” he shouted as he jumped from the diving board.

“Missed me!” Genie exclaimed with delight from her perch high
above the splash. With a zoom downward, she executed her
own cannon ball, splashing her brother instead. Their serious
discussion over, it was time to play.

The next few days brought another series of life events to the Doran household.
First up was Lee and Sydney’s transition to toddler. Once again, the family decided to
forgo a party filled with friends. Just the family was present for the festivities.

The babies grew into adorable toddlers.

(Lee is on the left, Sydney on the right.)

Next up was Christopher’s turn. He aged to teen the following night.

Finally, it was Alfred and Alistair’s turn. They had accumulated enough experience and
knowledge to add extra scholarships to the ones they received from H.E.A.L. After Christopher’s
birthday, taxis were called, hugs were shared, and they were ready to move to college and start
on their adventure.

Twin toddlers kept life busy for Lily; and for John when he was home from
work. He no longer went on away missions, but he was still busy. The
current rumor going through his office was that he was in line to be the
next head of the SCIA.

Rachel and Christopher were very helpful, feeding the twins,
helping Genie with her homework, and playing with all three of
the younger children. Even Genie helped where she could.

Still, Lily struggled when it came time to teach Sydney his
toddler skills. She was hoping it was his stubborn streak that
was the root of the problem and not anything else.

Lee had been easy to teach. He took to everything with a smile
and seemed eager to please.

When Sydney was ready to learn, he zipped through everything.
The hard part was determining when he was ready.

One afternoon, as Rachel was playing with the computer after
school, she called out, “Mama! You need to come see this!”

Lily came around the corner to see what Rachel wanted. She was only slightly surprised to
find Sydney in front of the stereo, dancing to the music four feet in the air.
“Genie!” she called. “Put your brother down.”
“I’m not doing that Mom,” Genie replied.

Teaching Sydney to talk had just replaced teaching him to walk
as a priority. Lily needed to figure out the extent of what he
was capable of.

She observed him over the next few days. After watching him take several toys from the toy
box and Lee, move a bottle from the kitchen floor for a drink, and another episode where the
stereo was floating while Sydney danced to the music, she was pretty sure that he could move
objects more easily than himself. Genie could float objects, but more often than not it was
herself she lifted into the air.

For all the concerns Genie had about making new friends at
school, she needn’t have worried. Every day there was a
different person she brought home on the bus.

Rachel also had a tendency to bring home friends every day. It had
taken her a while, but she had made a few really good friends.

Christopher was generally happy about this, because he could
become friends with them as well. However, his sister had a
knack for bringing home girls that he did not find attractive.

Becoming more and more frustrated by this fact, he determined that the best
remedy would be a trip to Games of Glory.

Games of Glory didn’t really live up to his or Rachel’s expectations. They
were able to play some of their favorite games, but none of the other
patrons were even close to their age. Scoping the room was NOT an option.

It got worse when John dropped in, pretending that he didn’t
know they were going to be there.

They decided to try another community lot, this time heading over to Spark
Sports Park, where they ran into a similar situation. They were able to purchase
cell phones there though, so the day was not entirely wasted.

The next birthday was a gala affair. Alfred and Alistair even made it
home for the occasion. This time it was a triple birthday. Lee, Sydney
and Eugenia were all taking a trip to the cake.

After quick trips to various mirrors and the clothing rack, all
three felt happy about their transitions.

Sydney enjoyed the party, running from guest to guest, getting
to know everyone, and eating several pieces of cake.

Lee politely and briefly greeted everyone, thanking them for
coming. He then made his way to the boys’ bedroom and spent
the remainder of the night playing the pinball machine.

Eugenia followed around her brother’s friends and made their acquaintance.
She then made plans to go shopping and acquire a cell phone and various other
goodies the next day.

Now that the youngest, extremely active, Dorans were old
enough to attend school, the Headmaster of the private school
was invited in the hopes that they would be accepted.

The kids finished up homework while John greeted the
Headmaster and Lily started dinner.

Good food, great conversation, and a happy and healthy
environment meant that the kids were a shoo in. Nobody really
doubted they would be invited to the school, but the formalities
had ensured their spots.

School soon became a breeze for the Doran Clan.

Surveying the house one bright afternoon, Lily found Lee playing on the
pinball machine upstairs, Christopher and Rachel playing a video game on the
television, Sydney on the computer and Eugenia rocking out to the stereo.

She called the kids together and announced, “It is now an electronic free day. No
electronic entertainment in the house until tomorrow morning.” Amid the shrugs,
heavy sighs, and rolling eyes, she continued, “we are going to the park.”

While grousing and complaints were the initial reaction of the children, once at the
park they found themselves enjoying the day.
Lee had climbed to the top of the play tower and carefully observed what was going
on around him.

He saw Sydney playing on the monkey bars.

Christopher was trying his hand at free-styling for a little bit of
spending cash.

Rachel was sitting on the swings hanging out.

Genie and Mama were trying to catch fish.

The next thing he saw caused him some concern coupled with
anxiety. A few older kids were trying to take toys away from
some smaller ones in the sand area.

As he began the climb down to ground level, he inwardly hoped someone else had
noticed and would help the smaller kids out. By the time he reached the ground, it
was apparent that he was the only one who had noticed.

He headed over to the group, a determined look plastered on his face. In a firm,
quiet voice that belied the turmoil and nerves he really felt, he told them, “You
shouldn’t be taking those toys away. They were playing with them first.”

“Says who?” one of them smirked. “You? What are you gonna do about it?”
Lee swallowed the lump in his throat and replied, “You shouldn’t do that.”

“You heard what he said,” came a sneering voice from behind Lee. “You
need to give those toys back to them kids. Now!”
Lee turned and gave his twin a grateful look. Turning back, he mimicked
Sydney’s stance and added, “Now!”

The bullies gruffly tossed the toys they had in their hands down on the
ground in front of the smaller kids. “C’mon,” the one who seemed to be
in charge said to the other. “These punks ain’t worth it.”

“Thank you,” one of the smaller children said with a big smile as
Lee handed the toy back to them.

“Geez Lee. Why’d you do that?” Sydney asked his brother.

“It wasn’t right,” Lee shrugged. “Those kids were just trying to play. I
couldn’t let those bigger kids take their stuff,” Lee explained.

“Well, I’m gettin’ hungry. I’m gonna go see if Mama is ready to
go home,” Sydney said before galloping off to find Lily.

“Mama can I get my nose pierced?” Sydney asked his mother.
“I don’t think so son,” she replied, curious about why he would ask such a question.
“How about my tongue?”

“No,” Lily nodded her head.
“My lip?” he continued. “Ear?”
Lily nodded no as he listed each. “Why?” she asked.

“’Cause it would be cool,” he told her. “You know, like the punk
rock kids. I’m gonna be like them.”
Lily looked at him a bit baffled, wondering where he had ever
learned about punk. “Maybe when you’re older,” she conceded.

“And I want to be called Syd now. You know, like Sid Vicious, but
spelled different,” he announced before walking out of the
room.

Over the next few days, Syd’s life was interspersed with various requests for plaid
clothing, safety pins, leather jackets, and stompy boots. He also was “practicing his
accent” so he could sound authentic and occasionally would break out with various
lines from well known songs by different bands.

Lily and John took it all in stride, acquiescing where they could
and drawing the line where they needed.

Genie had discovered dance. She loved it, and her ability to
float gave her an added advantage when it came time for
pirouettes, lifts and leaps.

She didn’t have to put much energy into the actual float when
she was performing but it meant she could devote more energy
and focus to moves that she found more difficult.

Lily and John had installed a ballet bar for her to practice on and
she used it every day after school, sometimes into the night.

She was becoming quite good. Good enough to get a job at a local dance studio,
where she quickly reached the top level of her chosen career. Her eventual goal
was to become a world class ballet dancer.

She was determined and driven and possessed the talent to see
it through. No one doubted that she would achieve her goal.

It was birthday time again in the Doran house. Lee and Syd
were going to become teenagers.

Neither Syd nor Lee wanted to have a party, and Alfred and
Alistair were on training missions for H.E.A.L. and couldn’t make
it for a celebration, so the family gathered around two cakes to
watch the boys transition.

Syd’s obsession with punk had diminished somewhat. He still had his own quirky
style and maintained his faux-hawk, but he had also learned that he had been
named after the spy who inspired James Bond and had taken to introducing
himself as “Doran, Syd Doran.”

Lee, still the quieter twin, made a few changes to his hair, found
better clothes, and was satisfied.

For John and Lily, it was a bittersweet day. All their babies were
grown and soon they would start to feel the pull to move on
and leave their home behind.

Christopher had read almost every book he found on the black bookshelf in
the hall corner. There were a few left that he hadn’t read, admittedly
because the titles didn’t look all that interesting.

Looking for something to read, he reached for one of the titles
he had frequently bypassed.

As he realized the book was not coming out of the bookshelf, he
heard a soft scraping sound and took a step back in amazement
as the entire shelf started to turn.

Curious about what he found inside the hidden room, he
stepped inside and began poking around.

He left a good part of the equipment in the room alone and
perused the books and various paraphernalia on the shelves.
One area in particular caught his eye.

It was filled with pictures of his father and people who had to
be his grandparents.

Digging a bit further revealed documents that offered a bit of an
explanation. It seemed that his father had been searching for
years for the truth about what happened to them.

Christopher gathered some papers together and took them with
him as he left the room.

He confronted John first with what he had found. “Dad? Is this
stuff about your parents?” he asked.

John, somewhat taken aback by what Christopher had found, answered, “Yes son. I’ve been
searching a long time for the truth about their disappearance.” Ironically, the idea that
Christopher had figured out how to get into the secret room didn’t phase him at all. He was
more surprised that it had taken him this long to find his way in there.

“What happened?” Christopher asked.
“It’s a long story with many holes. It’s probably best that your mother and I
sit down with all of you and explain our family histories. Now that your
brothers are teens, it’s time.”

Arrangements were made for the family to meet in a few days time at the newly
constructed H.E.A.L. headquarters and discuss the matter. H.E.A.L. was chosen for
two reasons. First, it had a large conference room. Second, with the family history
out in the open, Violet would be able to talk to all the kids at once about joining.

H.E.A.L. Headquarters was a small building with a reception area, office,
conference room and kitchen. There was also a small apartment upstairs
where Violet had made her home after moving out of her parents’ house.

Violet welcomed the family, gave them a small tour of the
building and led them to the conference room where she left
them so they could discuss what they needed to discuss.

John began. “There are things about your family that you children need to
know. Now that you are all at an age of understanding, we’ve come together
to tell you what we know.”

“Alfred and Alistair know some of this, but not all, so they are
here as well,” he continued, nodding at the two older boys.

“I guess I will jump right in and tell you that my parents were spies. It’s part of the
reason I joined the SCIA. My parents, my grandparents, and possibly their parents,
though that has not been documented. We come from a long line of spies.”

“I do know that they all served their country faithfully and that the work they did
was important. However, the nature of the job means that longevity is not always
possible. Three of my grandparents died young, and my parents were gone for
most of my childhood. Eventually, they just didn’t come back.”

“The official SCIA story was that they were on vacation and their plane went down.
There were no survivors. The truth that I’ve been able to uncover so far suggests
that they were indeed on a mission. Contact was lost and they were presumed
dead,” he told his assembled family.

“Their final mission was to the North Forest amongst the Elves,” he finished.

Lily took over. “The North Forest Elves have been an influence in my family for
generations,” she began her story. “Our earliest documented ancestor was what has
become known as a half-breed. At the time of her birth, the North Forest Elves
were purists and half-breeds were not tolerated. In fact, they were persecuted,
banned, exiled and even killed.”

“For generations Dorans have harbored a curse that forces us to run. You
are all of an age where you will start feeling that pull to move on, if you
haven’t felt it already. For some generations, acts of violence have forced
us to move on, to scatter and hide.”

“Violet will be coming in to speak to you about H.E.A.L. in a few
moments and I would like you all to listen carefully to what she has to
say and consider joining the cause.“

“For the first time in a long time, you are not being forced to run. You will feel the pull
to go, your father and I have accepted that. I hope that when you answer the call, you
will choose to go out into the world and fight for the rights of all sims, be they human,
alien, elf, or whatever. It doesn’t have to be with H.E.A.L., but I hope you all feel the
need to fight against injustice in the world.”

Lily paused for a moment before she continued. “The battle with the North
Forest Elves continues and you need to be careful. We have been lucky that
they have not found us or bothered us here, but they are there and there are
those who will kill you because of your bloodline.”

John interrupted her. “We’re pretty sure that my parents were
sent on a fact finding mission to the North Forest. We think
they were supported by the Elvin Queen at the time, but when
she was killed in battle their protection was gone as well.”

“For a time, I had hoped and wished that they were still alive.
Recently I’ve received confirmation that they are in fact dead.
Just be aware that there are dangers out there,” he implored.

After John and Lily answered the few questions the kids had, they invited Violet in to join
them. Violet presented H.E.A.L.’s purpose and mission, explaining that the Dorans were not
the only family affected by the purist faction of the North Forest Elves. She also explained how
the movement came to be and that not all North Forest Elves felt the same about half-breeds.

She went on to tell them about the college scholarship and
training programs and invited all the Dorans to participate.

The trip home was a quiet one as everyone contemplated what
had been shared.

Lily and John excused themselves and went to bed, leaving the
younger kids to talk amongst themselves. Alfred and Alistair
had returned to their homes.

Christopher led the discussion. “Well,” he started. “That was a
lot of information to take in. So, what is everyone thinking?”

Rachel was first to respond to the question. “I’m not sure I want to go
to college and join H.E.A.L.,” she said quietly. “I’ve always just wanted to
go somewhere where no one knows about Ricky.”

“I didn’t really feel pressure to join,” Syd shrugged. “I mean, it
seems like there’s time to decide and we could join up later if
we wanted to.”

“I agree,” Lee said. “I’m not sure what I want yet.”

“It’s different for you guys,” Genie put in her two cents. “You’ve
just teened. You have time to think about it and decide what
you want.”

“I’m going to go to college,” Christopher said definitively. “I’m
not completely sure about H.E.A.L., but I’ve been planning on
college for so long, there’s really no question.”

“I’d like to open a business somewhere,” Rachel said.
“Something that I can build and make my own. What about you
Genie? You don’t have that much time to think about it either.”

“I really want to dance,” Genie answered her. “I think college
will help me. I think that I could do a lot of good when I become
a famous ballet dancer too. You know, bring attention to the
cause through publicity and stuff.”

Lee shrugged. “I’m glad Syd and I don’t have to decide right away. We’ve
barely started high school. Honestly, I think there is a place out there for each
of us and I know I’m starting to feel a pull to look for it, but I’m not quite ready
to leave Desiderata Valley behind.”

“Oi! Don’t be so overly dramatic Mr. Serious,” Syd teased his twin. “It’s all
good, little brother. We’ll traverse the world, spreading the word of
acceptance and peace and having a blast along the way. Ain’t no man gonna
hold us down,” he finished with a smile.

Decisions about their futures made, the kids each drifted off to
their beds and settled in for the night. They would tell their
parents what they decided in the morning.

That’s it for Generation 10. I realize it is a rather anti-climatic ending, but Generation 11
is ready to move on, for the time being without any pressure or violence.

I must apologize to all the readers out there for the extraordinary amount of time it’s
taken me to tell Lily and John’s story. I hope it did not cause anyone to lose interest in
the story. Apologies also go to Ndainye, who has her Gen 11 heir and who I am sure is
ready to go with their story.

Many, many thanks to Marina, Gin, Lark, Cait, Ori, Pen, Jamie, and Rose for the
wonderful stories for the generations that have gone before. Also to Stacie, who still has
a story to tell, but who graciously gave me Lily and enough leeway to tell her story.

Finally, special thanks to Di for creating the paintings that gave me the back story for
H.E.A.L.; to Ori for creating the beautiful covers for each chapter; and to Rose for being
my editor and making sure that the language I write is the English we read.

I had a blast doing this and hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I did putting it all
together. I’m planning on writing a meta/BTS and will post it at my LJ in the near future
for anyone who is interested.

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