I am SO sorry for this late update.

I just got carried away with life, and life got carried away with me.

New York City, USA

1957

"You want me to do what?"

They were sitting at the back of his Rolls Royce an hour after he found had her pathetically weeping in the torrid rain.

She had remained silent through the whole ride, her drenched form soaking into the rich leather seat which he knew he would have to replace as soon as she was gone. Her hair still remained plastered against her pale face but her once dead eyes glared at him animatedly after she had heard of his proposal.

"My dear," he said condescendingly. "I wasn't aware that your hearing was lost with your dignity."

"You're asking me to give up at least ten years," she hissed. "Ten years of my life! And for what? Keeping tabs on your labrat?"

"Ex-labrat."

"Irrelevant!" she yelled in German, causing the driver at the front to flinch. "Send out that ice bitch of yours! Or better yet just go fetch him yourself!"

But Sebastian was used to the girl's dramatics and paid no heed as he begun to find a cigarette. He ignored the frost that started to creep the car's frame and windows and the increasing chill in the air as the blonde glared at him all too angrily.

"Did you hear me?" she spat out in German. "Are you even listening to me?! Godammit Klaudius! You have absolutely NO right to waltz into my life after leaving me 12 years ago, take everything, destroy any chance of happiness that I could've had, and then order me to serve you like some sick minded minion in your stupid mutant cult!"

"It's not a cult," he muttered in Russian, rolling his eyes at her little tantrum talk. Though to a small extent he was relieved to see that she had gotten over that meddlesome human's death already.

Likewise she rolled her own eyes in response and crossed her arms over her sodden dress.

"Sure," she drawled. "Just like what any other cult would say. I don't know what you do and quite frankly I don't care. But I do care about is my life and I intend it to not to be part of your childish fantasy!"

"Can you for once just stop this pathetic tantrum of yours and be an adult for once," he barked at her in German. "I've given you everything you've ever wanted!"

He held up his hand to silence her. "I've paid for your clothes, your jewellery, your hair appointments, your holidays, your pets, your houses, and your ridiculous hobbies-"

"That's because you made a promise," she snapped back aggressively. "You chose to keep that promise so don't start giving yourself fine airs you Arschloch!"

"And now it's time for you to keep a promise from me," he said icily. He looked down at her fury fuelled face and tried not to see the painful memories of past in her angelic face. He could dwell on those memories, but now was not the time. He could think about them later. Yes, later. Now was never the time.

"My promise was to keep you safe," he informed her. "Not to spend endless amounts on your selfish desires. I could've easily kept you safe. I could've locked you up, fed you bread and water everyday, make you wear rags and work for your own living. But no. It was out of my own good will that I bought you diamonds, silk dresses, and freedom to roam across the Earth. What does that seem to you, hm? If you want I could easily put you back in the attic."

Guilt thundered onto him as he saw her mask break down with fear but he knew it had to be done. Yes, it was petty and downright insensitive of him but he was willing to play any card to get her help. He needed it more than he would ever admit to anyone.

He resisted the urge to apologise and hug the dear girl into her arms and never let go of her and instead watch her eyes fill with tears and hatred. His eyes remained coldly on her trembling figure before she collected herself and straightened up to challenge him face on.

Turquoise and ice blue. Just like the good old times and the many more to come.

He waited for her to defiantly argue against him but wasn't surprised when her shoulders deflated with defeat. He almost didn't catch her small bitter whisper, "You also promised her to keep me happy."

"And you too, promised her," he reminded her emotionlessly. He looked out to the rain splattered view of Manhattan's distorted buildings as he continued, "promised her that you would help me if it was the last thing you do."

"You… you will find him though won't you?"

He pretended not to notice the smallest whisper she had uttered. He stiffened as she closed the gap between them, head resting on his shoulder like when they were children. He looked outside the window but he knew it was too late. Through the faint reflection he saw the pair of exquisite turquoise eyes looking up through thick lashes boring into his soul.

He had never been able to resist her when she looked at him that way. It was the same look she would give when she wanted him to steal cakes from the cook for her or like that time she begged him to buy her more dolls. It was the only thing in the entire world that reminded him that he was still human.

He put an arm around her and allowed just this once for her wet form to ruin his well-paid suit. He smiled small as she snuggled into his side, basking in her familiar energy and placed a kiss on top of her soggy tresses.

"Dear sister, would I ever betray you?"

"No." She said firmly. She pulled his face towards hers and kept a tight grip on his chin, forcing him to look directly into his weakness. There was no escaping from her iron grip and he eyes were reluctantly mesmerised by the sea of turquoise.

"I need your word Klaudius," he swallowed at the seriousness of her tone. "I need more than just your words. After everything that's gone on between us, you owe this to me Klaudius. At least this much. After everything I've been through by your hand and dearest...Callidora…" she closed her eyes and winced painfully, "I deserve to be with my child once and for all. Do you understand?"

Did he though? How could he ever understand his younger sister? This little girl in front of him who was so much older than anybody else. How could she ask him to understand the desperate nature towards her child when he had none himself?

But he found himself nodding back at her.

"I do, Tonia. I will give you back your child."

"Swear it."

He paused, which proved to be a mistake as she pinched his chin harder with her jaw set in cold fury.

"Swear it, Klaudius," she demanded. "Swear it or Odin so help me…"

Cold aches began to bruise at the places where her fingertips held his jaw and he winced as he said, "I, Nikolas Klaudius Maximilius Sebastian Alexander Carrington- Renaldi Du Castel de la Riviére-DuCoudray, give you my full word Alicia Antoinette Anastasia Alexandrina Yuliya Carrington-Renaldi Du Castel de la Riviére-DuCoudray that I will find and deliver your child to you."

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