New chapter out. Remember to review, also just going to say that if anyone wants to make a reading of this story. You can, I know its probably way to early to think about that, but just wanted to get it out of the way.

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'Thoughts'

"Talking"

Working Again

"What the hell do you mean we're brothers, Ms. Archer?" John asked, now separated from Archer.

Malory didn't answer. She just slid the document she had across the desk towards John. He picked it up and examined every inch of the paper. Archer and Lana peered over his shoulder, and gasped in shock. There in black, printed letters on aged paper was John Wick Archer. John's face remained expressionless and unreadable as he scanned the paper.

"I know this is a lot to take in John, but- John, where are you going?" Malory never finished because John set the paper on her desk and walked out. Archer and Lana shared a look before Lana began following him. She stopped at the door before turning to the mother and son.

"I'll talk to him. You guys have some stuff you need to work out." She said before leaving. As soon as she was gone, Archer began his rant.

"Are you shitting me, mother! When were you ever going to tell me I had a brother? Oh wait, I forgot that I was talking to a woman who lies to everyone just for her own benefit!" He would've continued if it wasn't for the slap he received from Malory. As he held his cheek, Archer finally saw the tears in Malory's eyes.

"Do you think I enjoyed keeping this secret? That I enjoyed having a son who never knew his mother or little brother? That I enjoyed having him grow up in an orphanage and had to fight just to survive?!" she said, her voice rising with each word, until she was basically shouting.

Archer was quiet, trying to find a way to ask his next question without upsetting her more.

"Why did you keep him secret?" he asked softly.

"*sigh*It was to protect him. His father and I had to many enemies at the time. We didn't want him to be in danger." She said, pulling John's birth certificate towards her, and staring down at it.

They sat in relative silence for a while, pondering on the events that just happened. Then Archer realized something.

"Wait, is that the reason you have C4 wired to your desk all the time?"

John was in the ISIS garage, trying to hot-wire his mustang when Lana finally caught up with him.

"Damn… Stupid piece of… SHIT!" he yelled when he ended up shocking himself. He slammed his fists into the steering wheel.

"What are you doing, John?" she asked, crouching down next to the driver seat.

"Leaving. I got my car, that's all I wanted." John said without emotion. He went back to working on the wires as Lana talked to him.

"But what about Malory and Archer? I know it's hard to believe, hell I barely believe it myself, but for as long as I have known Malory, she's always honest when it comes to family." She said, not noticing John getting more and more frustrated with each word she spoke.

When he finally had enough, he slammed his fist into the dashboard with a shout, shocking Lana. John pressed his forehead against the steering wheel and gave a deep sigh.

"All my life, I wondered who my family was. After a while, I just stopped caring. That was right after I became an assassin. Right after I became a remorseless, cold hearted killer. When I retired, I began to wonder 'Would they have been proud of me?'. Now, after all these years, I finally find them on the off chance that my brother stole my car? I've got one thing to say. No, no way in hell." He said softly, raising his head up from the wheel and trying to wire the car again.

A jingling sound reached John's ears as he turned to see Lana holding out the car's keys to him.

"These belong to you." She said before turning around. "You know, if you actually think about it, things may be better than you make them out to be."

John took the keys in his hand and put them in the ignition. Lana began to walk away, and John sighed.

"Hey," He started, causing her to stop. "If Archer wants to talk to me, tell him I'm going to be at Lucky's Bar (I don't know the actual name of the bar. Just imagine the bar the gang is at in S2 E6). I need a drink after this."

John barely saw the smile that formed on Lana's face after saying that.

It had been a quiet week after that. Every night, John waited at Lucky's Bar for Archer to come by, but so far that had not happened. It was only last night when something finally happened.

Flashback

It was late, and John was alone in Lucky's. He was in the process of finishing his drink when he heard the bell to the door ring. John turned his head slightly to see six men in suits walking into the bar. One closed the door and changed the sign from Open to Closed, and another walked up to John.

"Are you John Wick?" he asked, Russian accent evident in his voice.

"Depends on whose asking." John answered with his eyes narrowing.

"You will be telling us where your brother, Sterling Archer, is." The Russian replied as he pulled out a pistol and aiming it at his head.

John sighed and stirred the glass in his hand, said glass ended up embedded in the face of the Russian behind him. The Russian began to scream in pain and dropped the pistol, though it quickly ended when John grabbed his face and slammed it into the side of the bar. The other Russians quickly ran to support their fallen comrade, though their efforts were in vain because John swiftly picked up the fallen pistol and shot each agent in the head with precision.

John heard whimpering, and looked to see the first Russian that he incapacitated attempting to crawl away. He walked toward the crying man, kicked him over, and placed his foot on his chest.

"You're going to answer a few questions for me, Vladdy." John said, pressing the barrel into the struggling Russian's kneecap.

"Wait, how did know my name." the Russian asked, stopping his momentary thrashing.

John raised a questioning eyebrow. "Your name is Vladimir?"

"Da, and you will never get me to talk!" To put icing on the cake, he spat at John.

"OK Vlad, this is how this is going to work. I'm going to ask a question and you are going to give me an answer. If you lie to me, you are going to know what it's like to be shot in the kneecap, again and again and again." John stated menacingly

All he got in response from Vladimir was a gulp.

End Flashback

It was the next day and John was in the ISIS elevator. He found out from Vladimir that it was the KGB looking for Archer, and felt he should at least tell someone. Though he soon regretted killing Vladimir after he realized he forgot to ask one very important question.

'How does the KGB know that me and Archer are brothers?'

"We're here live at the scene of a gruesome sextuple murder at Lucky's Bar." A female reporter stated on one of many video screens.

"Is that how you lose six KGB agents by foolishly thinking they could take on John Wick, Barry?" a blond-haired man with a red tracksuit asked himself. He was currently on the space station Horizon that was orbiting Earth. How did he get there? Well, you can ask Archer that.

"Yes, it is, Other Barry, yes it is." He replied to himself.

John had just left the ISIS elevator when suddenly, a few gunshots rang out and bullets impacted the wall next to him. John, like everyone else in the office, dove for cover next to a nearby desk and pulled out his Glock.

"SUPPRESSING FIRE!" a man's voice rang out.

John looked over the top of the desk to see a man with dark hair and glasses rapidly shooting his gun in John's direction with no real aim. He aimed his Glock carefully and shot the man in the leg. The man collapsed from the bullet impacting his shin.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON OUT HERE!?" Malory shouted, stepping out of her office. She noticed Cyril on the floor, holding his wounded leg.

"Malory, he's here! John Wick-" Cyril began.

"Is no longer trying to hunt Sterling." Malory interrupted.

Confusion dawned on the faces of the ISIS employees. One decided to voice the question everyone in the room wanted to ask.

"Wait, how the hell did you convince him not to kill Archer?" Pam asked, poking her head out from underneath one of the desks.

"That's not any of your business! Now John if you'll follow me."

John followed Malory into her office, and everyone seemed to go back to their normal activities.

"Hello? Anyone? Bleeding out here." Cyril complained while clutching his leg.

Well, almost everyone.

"So, what do we owe the pleasure of your company, John?" Malory asked pleasantly, hoping that her son wasn't angered with her anymore.

She was sitting behind her desk, pouring herself a glass of bourbon. There were two other people in the room with them. One was Lana, who gave a small smile to John when he and Malory entered the office. The other was a man in his 60's, dressed in a dark blue blazer and stripped dress shirt underneath. His bottoms consisted of dark brown dress pants and black dress shoes. He had black rimmed glasses and gray, neatly cut hair.

"This isn't a social visit, Malory. I just came to let Archer know that the KGB is trying to hunt him down like a damn dog." John said evenly, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

Malory flinched at his tone, then realized what he said, and Lana gasped.

"The KGB!" the elderly man yelled in shock, eyes wide.

"Yes Ron, the KGB. Now could you not shout it to Mars?" Malory stated, taking a drink from her glass.

"Who's this guy?" John asked, referring to the new face.

"Ron Cadillac, owner of the biggest chain of Cadillac dealership in New York." The man answered before Malory could say anything. "I'm also Sterling's stepfather."

John's eyes widened and met Malory's. She subtly nodded in conformation and turned away when Ron looked back at her.

"OOOOOOOkaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyy." John drawled out, unsure if he should tell the Ron he was the stepfather of two people instead of one.

"Anyway Ron, I think you should leave. You really wouldn't understand all this spy talk." Malory stated, wanting to keep the man oblivious to the elephant in the room.

"Leaving, already gone. Oh, and John? If you ever need a Cadillac, talk to yours truly." Ron said, handing John a business card on his way out.

"He seems nice." John said as soon as Ron was gone. "Anyway, I told what you needed to know, so I'm out of here."

"John, wait!" Malory pleaded. She didn't want the possibly one chance to connect with her first born go to waste.

"What, Malory? Is there apparently a sister I don't know about?" John asked sarcastically. Lana had to suppress a chuckle at that.

"No! Sterling has been missing since Wednesday, and we could really use all the help we could get."

"Nooooooope." John stated.

"Why the hell not?" Lana interjected, finally joining in on the conversation.

"Well one, that isn't my problem, and two, from what you said all you need to do is look for the nearest batch of pirates to find him."

"Tried that, no results." Lana said.

"And if your mad at me, don't take it out on Sterling. He knew as little about you as you about us." Malory pleaded.

John gave it some thought. Archer did look just as shocked as he did when they found out they were brothers. John gave a sigh.

"Fine. I want to be paid and afterwards, we're done. Got it?" John state, pointing at Malory.

Malory nodded with a downcast expression on her face. With that, John left to get his gear, already tired of the days events. Well, at least he was working again.

Holy Mother of God its been a while since I updated this! Anyway, I wanted to ask if Katya should be back with Archer in this story, or should I have him with Cheryl or something? REVIEW DAMMIT, OR I WILL FIND YOU! Byyyyyyyeee.