Miette/Oliver
Miette, Oliver and their family were having lunch this cold, rainy day when there was a knock at the door.
"Now, who could that be?" their Mum asked, standing up to go answer it.
"I'll get it, dear," Dad said, moving towards the door.
"Okay."
They carried on as usual without thinking any more of it, when they heard some rather loud greeting coming from the direction of the front door, although whether they were happy or angry no one could really tell. A minute or so later, their Dad appeared back in the doorway, and with him another man who bore a rather astonishing resemblance to him. Miette still couldn't tell if her father was pleased or annoyed.
"Everyone, this is my brother, Leroy," said their father.
"Your brother," Mum gasped.
"Hey! We thought you were all dead or somethin'!" Duke exclaimed.
"Duke! No we didn't," Miette said.
"Maybe you didn't, but I did."
"Please, no fighting. Leroy, this is... this is my wife Rowena, my sons, Jason, Oliver and Duke, and my daughter Miette."
Leroy nodded.
"Good to meet you all. You don't know how many years I've been trying to track down ol' Sam here. Longer than he's been married, that's for sure."
Sam sighed.
"Leroy -"
"No, no, don't start," and Leroy plonked himself down at the table. "Y'know, when your dad was seventeen, he ran off. Just like that! No good byes, no nuffin. He didn't even pack up his gear. Just left. Well, we all looked for him for years but after awhile everyone gave up. Everyone but me. They all thought you were dead, Sam."
"Good," Sam replied. "And I wish you had given up too."
"Since when do I ever give up? And don't you go around wishing stuff like that -"
"Why not, damn it? For the last twenty-odd years I've been able to live my life as a normal human being -"
"But you're not human, Sam. And neither are your children."
Sam glowered.
"Please, don't fight," Rowena cut in.
"Yeah, I wanna know what power you have," Oliver cut in, looking at Leroy eagerly. "I have pyrokinesis."
A small smile spread across Leroy's face.
"Really? I have a little power I like to call Explosion. I can make just about anything I want explode - or make things about to explode, not explode."
"Cool!"
Sam scrowled.
"I don't like you -" he began.
"Sam, you have powers, your son has powers -"
"Mi also has powers," Oliver put in helpfully. "Light."
"Okay, your son and your daughter have powers. You can't escape your genes."
"I think I've been doing pretty well -"
"Fine. Fine. You want to ignore us and your heritage, then go right ahead. But don't deny your kids the right to meet other like them, and to learn how to use their powers."
"Kids," Sam replied in a cold voice. "I think you better leave."
Silently they got up and left the room, and only when no one was left in the dining room bar Leroy and Sam did the arguing really begin.