Chapter 2.18: Birthday Spam Pt. 2

"Where did I come from?"

The question catches Michael completely off guard and he sputters incomprehensibly at the computer screen.

"Wherfshdisht?"

"Where did I come from?" Jolie repeats. "I think it's obvious I'm not like you or Vera or Dahlia. I'm green. . ."

"Vera and Grandpa Claude are green. So are a bunch of your cousins."

"My eyes are completely black," she continues. "My face is different. Just look at me! I'm not a little kid anymore. I want to know who my mother is."

Michael takes several deep breaths and says, "Amira is your mother."

"She's not my real mother and you know it!" Jolie insists. Her voice is rising and quivering with uncertainty. "Daddy, please."

Michael turns to her and shakes his head.

"I don't know where you came from," he admits. "I don't remember how or what happened. I suffered lost time and a few days later you materialized in my arms. I don't know how to answer your question because I don't have the answer. I wish I did."

Jolie inhales a soft sob.

She wonders if her mother is dead or if she just abandoned Jolie to be raised by these sims. She wonders if her dad is telling her the truth though she feels like he is.

"Okay," she says finally. She struggles to keep her tears from falling and her voice from shaking. "I believe you."

"I'm so sorry, Jolie," Michael says into her hair. "I really am."

Varinia has had the same question churning in her brain for a while now. She can't place Jolie's species. All that she knows is that Jolie is not any kind of alien she has encountered before. Varinia has to go digging into her old belongings, all the things she tucked away when she took on her new life in Twinbrook, to find her Oculo Holo-computer. The information she is seeking has to be somewhere in here if only she could remember how to turn it on. It's been so long.

As soon as she gets it going she is flooded with memories of using it as a teen. She remember exactly how to get the files she needs. She sorts through them with rapid accuracy, searching for characteristics that will bring her closer to finding the truth.

 It takes all of her will power to keep from panicking. She came straight to Michael with her findings and her stomach is in knots.

"She's Draconian," Varinia hisses. "These are not forces that we are equipped to deal with, Michael. This is dangerous. Jolie is dangerous. They will come for her and when they do, there won't be anything left of us to stop them."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Jolie is mine. No one is coming to take her."

"You are not listening to me," Varinia says, exasperated. "This is what her kind does. They incubate their offspring in sims in order to grow their numbers rapidly. Then they come back and collect their children and wipe out anyone that stands in their way. They want to take over and colonize but they don't have the numbers. I learned about them as a child but they were never a threat to Simtopia. They were near extinction. It looks like that has changed."

Michael's head is spinning.

"What if you're wrong?"

"What if I'm right?" Varinia counters. "We cannot stay here. We cannot risk it."

"And we can't just pick up and leave just because you think you've linked my child to some mysterious, possibly extinct, group of psychopaths."

Jolie hears none of this from the foyer. She plays with her toy car and imagines what life is like among the stars.

She senses something but she can't place the feeling, just a brief fluttering in her chest.

Varinia goes to the military base as a last resort. Rickey has a job here and he entertains his grandmother's ramblings for over half an hour.

"Granma, we have no records of this."

Varinia sighs, "Of course you don't, Rickey. The records are from my timeline."

"You're not making a lot of sense." Worry lines crease his eyebrows and he continues, "I'm going to call aunt Amira to come get you."

Varinia leaves before Rickey can make the call.

Just down the road Claude and Jolie wait for Varinia.

"Where are you from?" Jolie asks between jumps.

"Oh, I am from far away," Claude says. "A place on the other side of Simtopia. It was called Storybrook County."

"Why did you leave?"

"I wanted to see the rest of the world. I ended up here and I met your grandma."

"I wish I knew where I came from."

Claude feels a pang of guilt about keeping the truth from the child. He believes Varinia  without a doubt and he knows they need to figure out their next move before they can tell her anything.

Amira can't remember what she was doing. Was she going to tend to her garden? Why else would she be out here? She starts to feel dizzy and wobbly. She hears the grass crunching behind her and tries to turn around  but the world spins around her.

"Michael? Is that you? I think I'm getting sick."

"Sleep."

The voice echos and seems to surround Amira. The Simlish is halting and obviously not the speaker's first language. Amira's senses are dull and her eyes feel heavy. She fights the feeling with everything she has.

Finally able to turn, Amira comes face to face with the speaker. An alien, much like Jolie.

"Who. . ."

Amira isn't able to finish her sentence as the alien pulls out a device and aims it at her.

"Sleep!" the voice booms in Amira's head.

Amira cannot resist this time and she crumples unceremoniously onto the lawn.

Michael returns from work to find no one at home. Rickey has left him several voice mails looking for Amira and Varinia.

Michael dials Amira's phone and hears a faint ring. He wanders around the house seeking out the sound and wondering why Amira isn't answering.

Finally he realizes the ringing is outside. She must be in the garden, he thinks.

She's not in the garden.

Michael lets out a haunting cry.

"Amira? Amira! Wake up. What happened?"

Michael's hair sticks to his face where his tears have begun to fall.

 He sobs as he cradles her head.

"Amira, please!" he pleads. "Wake up, wake up."

Amira comes to in a haze.

"Wha? Mykal?' she mumbles. "Head. Pain."

"It's me. It's me. What happened?"

"I. I. Dunno. Green lady. Metal thing."

He helps her up gingerly and he half carries her back inside the house.

Michael calls everyone home. Amira curls up in her bed.

"I was attacked," she says, her voice hoarse. "I'm okay though."

"What happened?" Varinia asks.

"I'm so sorry, mom!" Dahlia says through her tears.

"It wasn't anyone I recognized. An alien I think. It's so fuzzy."

Claude hangs his head. This is what they were afraid of and now it's beginning.

Jolie crumbles to the floor.

"This is my fault," she shrieks. "I'm so sorry, momma!"

Vera does her best to comfort Jolie. In that moment Jolie regrets ever wondering about her alien heritage.

"It's not your fault. There's no way it could have been your fault," Vera insists. "You didn't make someone come and attack mom. It's not your fault."

"If it's anyone's fault, it's mine," Michael adds. "I didn't want to believe this was a possibility. Varinia warned me about it several days ago."

"Mom?" Amira asks weakly.

Varinia nods, "We've been trying to figure out what to do. Now, I don't think we can stay here."

The whole family comes together the following night for Vera's birthday. They're going to announce their move tonight.

It's bittersweet. Vera doesn't want to leave her extended family behind. She never made many friends but her cousins have always been there for her. Who will she turn to when she doesn't have them anymore?

The transition happens quickly, thankfully.

Young adult.

Jess gets emotional when he finds out that Vera and her family are leaving Twinbrook.

"I'm not staying behind," Leila says finally. "You can't leave me. They'll come for us. They will."

"There's no reason for them to come for you."

"To find out where you've taken her. Fire blazing, probes ready, they'll come. I'm not staying."

"Guard your thoughts!" Leila yells. "They're probably listening."

She flaps her hands above her head and hums. Amira realizes that at least part of what Leila has said could be true.

"I won't demand it," Amira announces, "but if you want to come with us, any one of you, you are welcome to."

Surprisingly, her sisters all agree it would be for the better. Marques takes some convincing but finally relents. He wants his children safe.

Vera is allowed to graduate and start fresh wherever they end up.

It feels odd to take part in this ceremony when they will all be gone this time tomorrow.

City Hall is packed with people on graduation day. Most of their family is there watching their eligible teens graduate.

They all know that if they plan to leave they need to be at the Van Hofwegen house four hours after graduation.

They have a final brunch at their house after graduation.

"What's left to pack?" Claude asks.

"There's only a few items left in the kitchen and the living room, this table and Dahlia is finishing with her room now."

While all the adults are trying to pack up the last knickknacks and the big furniture, Jolie gets a call. She can only make out a few words.

"My. Child. Outside."

"Momma?" Jolie asks hesitantly. "Is that you?"

She grabs her umbrella and runs out the door without a second thought.

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Sorry to throw all this at you guys in one chapter. It was rough. Hopefully it doesn't come off as a rush job. I wanted to resolve Jolie's parentage and move my family to a new town since my Twinbrook has no space for some buildings I need to add to town.

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Gen 2 is still in effect since I have not completed the generational goal. Gen 3 will begin in the new town. Yay!