The Sister and The Scientist

Introductions

Hello. My name, according to my little sister is Tic. But the real name is Vai.
My history may be foggy to some, since I'm living a double life but I can promise you I'm not a bad person.
For one, my sister isn't really my sister but someone I found as a toddler back a long time ago, probably 15 years at least. Some people think I'm crazy for having raised a child I just FOUND on the side of the road in a crashed vehicle with two dead people in the front. Especially since at the time I was 13, but I don't regret it. I can't regret it.
I love her like a sister and that's all that matters. She's my everything.
That is, was, until I met someone.
Someone unique and brilliant and older than me by a decade or so but that doesn't matter.
and it all started when I first moved out of my old town.
My sister and I have lived on the run for years, mostly because of them trying to reclaim her from me for foster care and I just won't let them take her away. So we moved again, this time I hope permanently.
Since she wasn't my real sister and i didn't have any of her actual birth certificates. I went in to adopt her secretly, but it didn't work.
I had to actually steal her files from the government like some sort of spy. which was easy considering I just hacked into their system and printed everything out from their own government printers with their government papers and had everything resigned.
So she exists again. But that doesn't mean it wasn't hard. I'm on the wanted list in a few places but I managed to get those limited to Alaska, Idaho, and Montana.
I just can't go to those states and I'm all set. Anyway, my little sister isn't legally mine but no one ever expects her not to be.
I mean to an adult I clearly don't look 19. I'm actually 28, and I promise you any "nonalcoholic wine" that I'm drinking? It's definitely Not Nonalcoholic.
I can promise you that.

Also important to know about me before we start with the true story.
Despite what my sister may think about me. she doesn't know the half of what I'm doing in that garage in the backyard, and it's better she didn't know either.
Some of the stuff back there isn't legal.
It's not drugs! But it's not legal science.
Anyway, that's enough about me, I'm sure you want to read on now.
So I'll let you get to it.

(this is a side story. As in, this is a story within the same time line just different perspective. You are reading the older sister's accounts not your own. Before reading this one it is required that you read the (Older! Dib x Reader) I wrote named "The New Girl" other than that I hope you enjoy it!)