Bourne A Diamond (First Draft)

Chapter One

PoV: Kaylee

Has my mom gone crazy? I thought as I stood on the front step of my house. I was wondering about it mostly because of who I was waiting for. Any minute now, my new foster sister was supposed to arrive, and I was still confused as to why we were fostering a child. We didn't have an excess of money, and I considered myself enough of a handful, but apparently, Mom had other thoughts.

However, despite my worries and confusion, I was excited to meet my new sister.

Mom was in the house, cleaning anything and everything in her way, but I was used to this behaviour after my sixteen years of life with her. She always acted like this when anyone was coming over, and normally she would recruit me to help, but I'd suggested that I watch for them so she'd have some warning when this Megan Jones arrived.

Finally, a small blue car came around the corner and pulled up in front of the house.

I opened the door to the house and hollered, "Mom! They're here!"

"What? Already?" she called back. "Can you go and say hello? I need just a few more seconds..."

I grinned, amused by her request, "Yeah, I can preoccupy them while you finish cleaning. Though if this works out, you do realize Megan will be joining the family and contributing to our family mess, right?."

"Humor your crazy mother, okay?" Mom called.

Well, that answers that question, I thought, and shouted back, "Okay! Just try to be quick." 


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Pov: Megan

As Ms Fleacher parked the car I tried to gather my thoughts. I've done it, I'm going to a real home, and I'm going to have a normal life! I thought happily, then immediately chastised myself, I know I'm here to relax, be normal, but I still need to be careful and keep my emotions in check as I usually do. Sighing, I looked up and saw a teenaged girl approaching the car, looking very friendly and relaxed. She seemed to be sixteen, likely nearing seventeen. She was about five foot four with long blonde hair and brown highlights, and I was pretty sure she was my new sister.

I'm going to have a sister, I thought, still slightly disbelieving, And a family.

As Ms Fleacher opened the car door for me, I grabbed my backpack and got out to meet my new sister.

"Hello!" The girl walked up, "I'm Kaylee, pleased to meet you." She said as she gave me one of the most genuine smiles I have ever seen.

"Megan Jones, Same here," I replied, returning her smile tentatively. Then Lieutenant Boardman - Cassidy Boardman I corrected myself - walked out of the house we had parked in front of, looking ever so slightly frazzled.

"Hello there, Megan!" She said with a big smile. " I'm so glad you are joining our family."

The last part sounded like it was a message from a card, but I guessed that she said that for Ms Fleachers benefit.

"Erm, thanks, I'm really glad to be here," I said, letting some of my nervousness show.

"Well, Kaylee, why don't you show Megan to her room?" Mrs Boardman suggested. "I will just be out here talking to Ms, Fleacher for a bit."

"Okay, sure," Kaylee said, then turned to me, "Do you want me to carry your bag for you?"

"Thank you, but I'd rather carry it myself," I replied politely, and followed her up the front walkway to my new home.

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Pov: Kaylee

"So, are all your 'worldly possessions' in that bag?" I asked Megan as we entered the house.

She frowned at me, confused, "I'm sorry, I don't understand."

I also frowned, "You don't know that reference? Have you not read Lucy Maud Montgomery's most famous book ever?!"

"Um, no, sorry. I've never done much recreational reading," She admitted, "I... I don't actually know who that is.

"Huh, well, we will have to fix that ASAP," I said as we passed by the kitchen, which was far cleaner than normal. Mom did a good job, I thought, smiling to myself.

Megan frowned again, then replied, "Um, all right."
"Oh, and I hope you can handle living with two uber-geeks," I warned jokingly, still smiling as we went up the stairs.

We entered the hallway and followed it, turning to the right, and walking to the end of the hallway past my room, and the room that used to be the spare room. I opened the door for Megan, then followed her through.

The room had white walls, a desk underneath the window, a bookshelf, and a dresser. Her bed's comforter was gray and had a wooden headboard. It had been one of the first things I'd helped my mom with after she told me that we were fostering a kid. We had kept it fairly undecorated so that Megan was able to make it her own with whatever her style was.

"Welcome to your new room!" I declared happily.

I was already starting to like this girl. She seemed timid and lacking in confidence, but I hoped to help her with that. She seemed to be open to new things, which I was very happy about, as I loved introducing my favourite things to other people.

"Do you want to get to know each other now and unpack later or unpack now and chat later?" I asked.

She flinched slightly when I spoke. Based on her slight smile, it looked like she had been distracted by the room, "Oh, um, chat now."

"Sounds great!" I said. "Now, do you want me to tell you about myself? Or," A thought struck me, "You could guess about me and I'll tell you what you get right then I'll guess about you?"

She cocked her head at me, then slowly grinned. "I'd like the second option."

"Well then, fire away!" I smiled back, excited to try this.

Her eyes scanned me for a couple seconds and I caught an intensity in them that if never really seen in anyone before. The look then passed and was replaced by the look of a shy, and innocent girl. She looked me in the eye, half smiling.

"You are sixteen years old. You type a fair bit, mostly in video games. You identify as a 'geek' and you..." She trailed off, looking nervous. She then took a deep breath and asked, "Do you run? I mean, as your preferred sport?"

My eyes widened in surprise, "Yes, I do. How did you guess that?"

"So I was right? How much did I get right?" Her eyes lit up with delight.

"Everything! Care to break down your thought process for me?"

She took a breath, then began to explain, "Well, I knew your age beforehand because I'd asked my caseworker. I could tell the part about typing because of the muscles in your hand and I could tell that you play mostly video games because the muscles on your left hand are stronger than your right, especially for your second, third, and fourth fingers.
I know that you identify as a geek because you said - and I quote- 'I hope that you can handle living with two uber-geeks'.
I guessed that you were a runner because I glanced into your room as we passed it, and I saw posters that seemed to be about running. So, erm, that last part was a bit of a guess." She finished, looking embarrassed.

I grinned, "Wow! That is so cool!"

She smiled weakly, seeming uncertain how to deal with the praise, "Thanks."

"I'm serious girlie! That was phenomenal! Where did you learn to do that? If you keep that up you could get to Sherlock level!"

She looked down at her feet. "I... one of my previous foster parents taught me. He...taught me a lot. Not in the best ways though."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. "I...I'm sorry."

"What for?" She glared at me. "It's in the past and there is nothing we can do about that!"

"Wow, calm down! I just meant that I'm sorry you had to go through that. Even though I don't know what that is." I added the last part a bit ruefully.

She sighed, looking at the wall, then she looked back at me, seeming frustrated with herself, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. It's a reflex for me, a way to defend myself."

"It's all right, I get the feeling you've been through a lot. And your right, it is all in the past now. And I mean totally. We function differently here. Here, you can be entirely honest.
If you're mad, tell us. If you're sad, tell us. You have no need to hide yourself.
We will accept you no matter what."

She looked down at the floor again. When she looked up, there were tears in her eyes. "Thank you. I...I am really glad to be...well, Home."

"I'm really glad you're here too," I said, giving her a hug.

She tensed up at first, then relaxed into the hug.

A/N  Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this, please Vote and Comment. Also, if you have any suggestions for what this chapter should be called, please let me know, I'm horrible at creating chapter titles. And lastly, many thanks to You for reading! (yes you!)