Driving down the road, Conner was staring more off into space than paying attention to what was going on around his car. Good thing he was good at auto-pilot with his brain and driving skills as he reacted to everything without even realizing it at times. He was biting on one of his fingernails in anxiety and nervousness. Heading towards the airport to pick up a half sister he’d never met was quiet nerve racking. Sweat beads were forming on his forehead and back of neck from nervousness.

When he came to a halt at a stop light he realized that the apartments on the corner was where Jordan lived. Making a detour and pit stop he parked his car in front of the complex, turned off the ignition and stepped out of the car.

He looked really nice today since he wanted to make a good impression; wearing his best pair of black slacks and blue long sleeves button down shirt and black tie. Hair was spiked and gelled like usual. Even though he was nervous that didn’t mean he couldn’t have time to make himself look good to impress a new sibling. Two rather stunning red roses were lying in a back seat, tied with red ribbon. It was a present for when he picked her up at the airport.

But now here he was, standing outside of Jordan’s apartment. Somehow he doesn’t remember walking up to the door, but he was standing there in front of it nonetheless. He knocked three times on it. Please be home.

Jordan had just gotten off the phone with Ker. It hadn't been bad for once, Ker was calling to say she'd be home late. Jordan didn't really care, the last three days of fighting had worn her down. She had just changed into jeans and pale green mock turtle neck to go to the grocry store while talking to the speaker phone. Then the knocking came at her door. Curious she went straight to it, she hoped it wasn't that policeman with more questions for her, no matter how nice to look at he was.

It wasn't, it was Connor. "Hi there, everything Okay?" she asked him.

When she opened the door, his face flushed red. He wasn’t sure what to say or why he was there. Perhaps he was afraid to go meet his sister for some reason. Maybe…maybe he needed someone to go with him?

”Yeah.” He was staring at the floor and kicking his toe against the ground.

”Um….I was…I was on my way to the airport. I…just thought I’d stop by.” He looks back up at her for a moment.

”Were you busy?” Hopefully he hadn’t just interrupted her in the middle of something.

"Busy no, I was going to get some spaghetti sauce, but it's hardly pressing. The airport you say. Is today the big day then?" she remembers his sister is coming to stay with him so he can teach her something, she suspects is innish.

”Yeah.” He squeaks out, voice cracking when Jordan asks if it’s the big day. Obviously he’s nervous.

”I….I was wondering….you know….if you would come with me?” He finally pops the question. ”But I understand if you can’t.” The sentence was added hastily after asking her if she would come.

Jordan smiles, "Sure I'll come along, let me get my purse okay? she says. It's a rhettorical question. After going upstairs for her purse and coming back down she pronounces herself ready to go. She wonders if he's always so nervous. She locks the door behind them on the way out.

Needless to say his spirits lifted greatly when she said she’d come. ”Alright.” He waits for her to go get her purse and when she comes back out she locks the door and then they head for his car. Pulling out his keys he unlocks the car and opens the passenger seat for her to get in.

"Thanks." she says as she wriggles into the passenge seat. Yes, that's correct she wriggles, especially her assett if you know what I mean. He shuts the door for her as she puts on her seatbelt and then he walks around the front of the car. She admires the view as he walks.

Too bad he’s too distracted to notice her watching him or the ‘wriggling’ in the seat. Driving them to the airport, they arrive in the parking lot ten minutes later. Turning off the ignition he sits there with his hands glued to the steering wheel. Eyes seem to be staring off in to oblivion. He can’t seem to grasp what he was doing here still.

Jordan taps his shoulder lightly,"Connor do you know what terminal we need to meet her at, or do we ned to go to the information desk?" she asks gently. She can tell the stress is making him blank out. She undoes her seat belt.

The tapping on his shoulder made him jump. He almost forgot he had anyone sitting next to him.

”Um…I think I may need to ask.” He gave a goofy grin out of his sheer stupidity of forgetting what terminal to meet her at. Wait a go dumb ass. Can’t even remember what terminal she’s at.

Finally he gets out of the car, grabs the roses from the back seat (it’s surprising he didn’t forget about them) and then heads over to the passenger door and opens it for her to step out. Shutting it behind her, they head into the airport and directly to the information desk.

He asked the lady what terminal and she points down the hallway to terminal Q. Thanking her, he starts down the hallway; hands were shaking as he held the roses in his hand.

Seeing how nervous he is Jordan gently takes his hand and squeezes it, "Take a deep breath Connor. You're here and almost done, don't work yourself in to froth. This is going to be one of the hardest parts, bit it'll be alright." she assures him quietly as they walk.

He squeezes her hand back instinctively and takes a deep breath as they reach the terminal. The flight had not yet come in yet. Great. More time to worry than he needed. At least he wasn’t here alone. He might spaz or something if he would have been alone under the pressure and anxiety.

”I’m trying not to. It’s hard though.” He took another deep breath and continuously looked out the large windows to see if any plane was heading for this terminal.

"I know, but you're going to upset yourself so much you make it worse. If you're too nervous, you'll make her more nervous as well. Talk to me while you wait. Tell me about your day." she suggests to get his mind off of his feelings of dread.

Right. Talk about his day. ”Um….” Oh dear. What had he done that day!? He couldn’t even remember. ”Took a shower?” Yeah. That sounded about right. ”And I think I paced for a while after that before I bought the roses.”

A plane touched down. However it wasn’t coming this direction. Danget. When was she going to get here? What did she look like? All he knew was her name was Reagan. Foot tapped on the ground.

"Alright bad approach, tell me what your perfect day would be like than, try to imagine it, close your eyes and visualize." she told him softly. She'd tell him when the plane arived if she could get him to go along with this. If not the next step would be more elaborate and she'd need to get him someplace private for about five minutes.

Right. Visualize. He closes his eyes. Hm…..Geez he can’t even think right now. Perfect day, perfect day.

”Oh! I actually got to go to the Olympics and get a gold medal. That would have been awesome, but it won’t happen again.” Oh bother. Not he’s making himself sad. That would have been an awesome experience, but alas it was not meant to be.

"Alright come with me for a minute and I'll help you relax." she said. She led him around the terminal and behind a partition where there were some seats. "Sit down please." She fished around in her purse for the pendulum she kept there.

He followed her and sat down where she told him to. ”What are you doing?” Curiosity was taking over his anxiety rather quickly as she searched around in her purse.

"Just a relaxation exercise, mild hypnotism, don't get all skeptical, they teach it in college." she said with a soft chuckle. "It's not like horror movies, you'll be in complete control, but that's what we want, you in control and not your aprehansion. Ready to try?" she said in a very soothing voice.

His brows had furrowed in worry now rather than nervousness as she spoke of hypnotism. ”Alright.” He managed to get out as his voice cracked again. For some reason he was now hoping to see the plane arrive at any moment.

Jordan takes his hand again, "You look petrified, I'm only trying to help. Here have a look at it, it's just a small brass Finial on chain. It can't hurt you, it's simply a polished peace of brass." She lets him examine it for a minute. Then she lets it begin to swing in front of him.

"Nice and easy, just watch it swing for a minute and see how the sunlight plays on it, it's very pretty. Back and forth, back and forth. Just watch it here. Let your mind rest and just watch the finial Connor...."

Relax Conner, relax. He was trying to remain calm and subdued, but the anticipation of meeting his new sister was still making him fidget.

Eyes start to follow the object back and forth. It was kind of pretty the way the sunlight danced off of its shiny surface. He was smiling now a bit and his muscles had relaxed as well as his mind. Indeed it was helping a lot.

"There you are, that's better already isn't it. Now just close your eyes. Hear me okay?" Jordan asks watching him begin to relax.

He closes his eyes as instructed. ”Okay.” Ears are open and ready to listen for what else she had to say.

"Good, keep yoour eyes closed, you're safe, and relaxed, I'm going to take you hand now. Take a deep breath and I want you to concentrate on your heart beat. Just let the other noises here around us fall away, until you can hear your heart beat and me talking to you." she says to him.

He tries to do what she says and attempts to let the other noises fall away and just listen to his heart beat and her voice. Finally after several minutes he achieved it of only hearing his heart beat. It was pounding heavily and the speed of it was slowing down but the pounding seemed to grow louder in his ears.

"Now I'm taking your pulse, and you can hear you heart very well. I'm going to sount with you we're going to count backwards with your heatbeat and as we count you're going to go further into this relaxed state.....Are you ready to count with me?" Jordan asks in a very soothing voice.

She gave him instructions and he nodded at the end. Counting. Sounds like fun.

"Ten.....nine.....eight.... And with each count he relaxed more and more until Jordan got to....One. Good very relaxed now. I'm going to let go of your hand in moment and touch your temple and I want you relax so deeply that you're asleep but can still hear me. Are you ready?" Jordan says.

Sleep? Sleep sounded good. ”Okay. I’m ready.” He was definitely relaxed at this point. Why were they there again? Where were they again?

He settled easily. "Connor, I'm going to give you some instructions now. We'll wake you up soon. I want you to remember everything we've just done, to get you into this trance. That way I can talk you through one again in the future if need be, either in person or on the phone. Alright, so I can help you again if you're very anxious. Now you're relaxed, and not anxioous or worried. Everything is fine, you're rested and I'm here with you." She says.

For some reason he was feeling quite mellowed out and relaxed. It was a rather good feeling to say the least. In fact he even had a smile on his face as he remained asleep as she gave him instructions. ”I remember.” Oh yes he remembered.

"Very good. Now I'm getting ready to bring you back awake, but you're going to remain very relaxed, even though you were very anxious earlier, you're going to be very relaxed because there really isn't so much to be anxious about. I want you to forget we had this talk just now, though you can remember it al a t alater time, you've just been resting your eyes and relaxing. Now in your own good time I want you to come around, you'll still feel very relaxed and refreshed wehn you do." Jordan instructs.

Mmmm. He was already forgetting the ordeal as she spoke. And indeed he did take his sweet time waking up. It was about ten minutes before he woke up and the plane was coming down the runway now and heading towards their terminal. He yawned.

”Whoa. Did I fall asleep?” Hand was lifted to the back of his head and he scratched it rather puzzled.

"Yes, but I would have woken you if you hadn't woken on your own. You seemed to need the nap though." Jordan told him.

”Oh. Well that’s good then.” He chuckled and then stood up; flowers were still in his hand. Walking back over to the windows he saw the plane was trying to connect to the platform so they could get off. His heart was pounding a little faster and yet at the same time he was not nervous or anxious. It was just a bit tense with the fact of not knowing what she may look like or what her personality was like.

Without realizing it he had grabbed hold of Jordan’s hand as she stood next to him, eyes were now on the door that lead out into the airport from the plane.

Jordan stood with Connor watching the plane taxi up to the conection point. He took her hand while they stood there. It seemed almost a subconcious gesture. At least he wasn't so horribly nervous now. He's even chuckled. She gave his hand a gentle squeeze.

He returned the squeeze though his eyes were still very intent on the doorway. Finally people started coming out of it and his heart raced a bit faster. He looked through the crowed but he wasn’t sure who he was looking for. All he knew was she was fifteen and that they had something in common. Besides their dad he wasn’t sure what else they might have in common.

And there she stood without him realizing it before he figured out she was staring at him. A small, slim figure of a girl that looked to be no older than twelve came walking slowly over to him. Since she’d seen a photograph of him, she knew who to look for. Tight black curls that just barely reached below her ears bounced as she walked. She was undeveloped due to a strenuous gymnastics program her coach had kept her on. Greatness of the Olympic sports seemed to be genetic; at least on their father’s side. Freckles dotted her nose and cheeks slightly. Reagan was wearing a blue frilled mini skirt that swayed back and forth only slightly with her walk that showed off her slightly tanned legs nicely, a jean jacket with several pockets all around it covered a white tank top that said ‘O’Rily’s Gymnasm’ on the front of it in pink with a gymnast on a balance beam faintly behind the words. She had slim blue running style shoes on her feet. A carry on backpack was slung over her shoulder much the way Conner carried his duffle bag. All in all she looked like a life sized doll that you could play with.

She stopped in front of the two and looked from Conner to Jordan and then back to Conner. He was almost a foot taller than her and she had to look up like she was looking at a giraffe at the zoo.

”Conner?” She waited to make sure it indeed was him before continuing. ”Me…our da’ asked me to give you this.” She had to correct herself to the plural as they shared the same father. Her Irish accent was even heavier than Conner’s since he had not lived in Ireland for four years now. She pulled out a note from one of her many pockets and handed it to him. She waited for him to finish reading it and look back at him before saying, ”I’m Reagan”. She smiled at him giving her an even more cute look to her.

Needless to say Conner was a bit dumbfounded as he had to look down at her. The smallness had to come from her mother as his mother was quite tall as well. He definitely could say he wasn’t expecting what she looked like in the least. The note had read something about his father hoping that he would forgive him for not telling them about his other family. It meant little to Conner now. Right now he had a half sister standing in front of him and he was going to make the best of the situation.

”I’m Conner. I guess you already know that eh?” He extended his hand out to her to shake it, but instead she dropped her back and hugged him around his back tightly in a sibling embrace. She’d never had a sibling before now and she was happy. Reagan had always wanted a brother or sister and her dream had come true.

Jordan, being very sensible when Ker is absent stands back and lets them meet each other. The girl seemed thrilled. Jordan was a bit relieved herself.