Being Different

He's My Brother

A/N: Hello people, here I am again, ready to unfold the mystery...above is the delectable Bron Tambernay, Damien's sibling...

Re-cap: Damien discovers in unpleasant fashion, that Bron is Darius' other son, and that he is actually younger than Damien! Finally coming to terms with the fact, He desires to make amends with his brother...Will he be able to divulge his secret to his sibling?

Damien POV

I came downstairs to see Bron seated on the sofa in the drawing room, looking so sullen and withdrawn. I felt really bad, that my innards began to churn from the guilt I was feeling. I had to man up and say sorry...

"I KNEW IT!!! I knew it all along!!! No wonder you seemed so familiar to me...You're the one, the only Derek Halestrom, high school football's super player...OF ALL TIME!!!" Bron exclaimed out loud, making everyone suddenly rush into the room. Much to their relief, Bron was embracing me tightly with tears of joy in his eyes.

"Yeah... (I gasped as Bron was squeezing me a little too tightly) ...You can let go of me now" I groaned out, as Bron finally released me. At least I could feel my ribcage expand again freely, as I took a few deep breaths.

"But I'm not Derek anymore. You'd better not call me that in front of any of our schoolmates, with the exception of Mick and the triplets, and Arturo, of course" I wagged a finger at him, chuckling at his remark.

"Understood. But this is just totally rad!!! You're my brother and an awesome football player all rolled into one!" Bron grinned from ear to ear, reaching out to hug me again.

"Come on, will you! I'm not that great a ballplayer...yet! Besides, you're right up there with me in the rankings..." I chuckled, patting him on the back, steering clear of his bone-crushing hugs. Although I was not short, Bron towered over me slightly by a few inches. Bron still grabbed me, ruffling my hair affectionately. He was totally into the fact that we were now siblings for life.

We continued kidding around while discussing all the fun things we could do together as brothers. But then I thought that it could be interesting if I did do both careers in tandem as Bron had suggested, that is, be a famous football player, travel the world and still keep a low profile while working for The Organization too.

I would definitely have to bring this up with dad, in order to get his opinion on the matter. Randy nudged me out of my reverie, wondering what was going on.

"Hey, what's up? I can see your wheels turning" He smirked.

"Nothing...well, actually I was toying with the idea of what Bron just said, about being a famous football player and still doing work on missions. It could get really interesting..." I nodded, rubbing my chin.

'Well, better run it by your old man first. I could run tag with you...Be your wing man, you know what I mean?" Randy looked at me with a serious expression on his face. I knew somehow, that Randy would never be keen on leaving my side, and that we would be inseparable, especially during missions.

I began to wonder about that as well, seeing as to how we all trained together. Bron's face fell, upon hearing how Randy had expressed his desire to be by my side always. Having known now that we were siblings, Bron had naturally assumed that we would be working together on future missions.

"Uhm...guys, let's not jump the gun just yet, okay? I'm sure it can be arranged that we all work together on future missions..." I broke off, as dad entered the room.

"Working on what future missions?' he asked, having caught the tail-end of the conversation.

"We can discuss this later...I'm starving..." I shrugged the matter off quickly. Besides, we still had at least one and a half years of training left before being even considered or sent out on missions anyway, plus the fact that we would also be sitting for technical exams. Those were equally important, not just the physical part which was why Randy and I were studying voraciously.

Dad rolled his eyes and gazed at both Bron and myself. There was a gleam in his eye as he checked us both out, comparing us against each other. A hint of pride shone in those crystal blues which turned slightly misty as he realistically saw us together not only as brothers but as his sons for the first time.

"Dad, are you okay?" I gently shook his arm as he stood by the window sill, looking dazed. I guess the realization of having two offspring instead of one has finally hit my dad...hard. I guided our seemingly lost father to the sofa and sat him down.

Bron came over and sat next to our dad, waving a hand in front of his face, as he blankly stared at us both.

"Is he going to be okay?" Bron asked me, as he continued to wave his hand in our father's face only to be stopped by dad who clasped Bron's hand in his, and then seized my own, holding both our hands between his.

"And here I thought I'd never live to see the day, when my two boys would be right here with me" He muttered softly, bringing our hands to his lips and kissing them gently.

Tears slowly streamed down those hardened cheeks, gracing a face that had seen hardships and experienced near-death situations. This was the life of my father...our father.

Bron and I exchanged glances. We were still learning about the man who was sitting here before us, and celebrate who he was as our dad. At that moment, Senator Faison entered the room carrying a small gong and started banging it loudly.

"Okay guys. I think Alma's got some snacks downstairs for us, since none of us can sleep after this evening's drama..." She joked, teasingly poking my dad in the ribs with the gong's hammer.

My dad did a mock shudder as he finally wiped his eyes, for he felt as if something gangrenous was growing on his rib, which Marina was tickling with the stick end of the gong hammer. I found it quite funny actually as they shared an almost childlike moment between them. It made me wonder what it could have been like if Marina was my mother too.

We had begun to descend the steps when I clutched my stomach which suddenly lurched, making me feel ill. I then had to excuse myself because I was feeling slightly nauseous as it was that time of the month for me...again!

I never really liked discussing my problems down there with anyone, let alone Randy, although he would probably understand as he was technically the only other person who knew of my condition, other than my father, Bry, Marcus and the Weizmanns.

But now that I had a sibling, would I feel comfortable enough to let at least Bron know what I had down there?