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Because I'm In the Mood...

A meme, gonked from

umiyuko who gonked it from

kimber_rose. Revised a bit.

Choose one (or more) of my characters and pick a stage in their life you'd like to see them in, and I'll write something on it, maybe a drabble, maybe a true short story. This includes expansion or definition of specific events that have been mentioned as happening in the past in their lives, as well as general things like "so-and-so-in preschool/basic training/the laboratory/etc."

The Rules

1. This is meant as an exploration of what they were like in stages of their life (past/future - wouldn't an elderly Wren and Jian be amusing?) that I don't normally write. I can do the present/norm, if that's what you want, but I'd prefer to expand with this.

2. I may incorporate characters of yours if you request it, or I may create new ones simply for the sake of the drabble, but I won't promise anything in that regard. It depends on how comfortable I feel with the characters, setting, and whatnot.

3. Alternate universes are fine, but run it by me first. If I feel it's in character, I'll use it.

4. I'll write sexual encounters if they seem to be flowing right, but please don't just request something like "___ and ____ screwing!" Because really...that's not a lot of fun. And no random couples that...really aren't/weren't/please-god-don't-ever-let-them-be couples. (eg: Don't ask for a TalonxWren **shudder**, DarrylxJian **blank stare...hysterical laughter**, UmbraexDarryl **dead**, or what have you. If you want sex, it'll have to be kept within established relationships.)

5. And finally, if there are any specific/side characters I've mentioned or written about that you'd like to see interact with one or more of my 'main group,' let me know and I'll try to work them in (if they were a part of their life during the time period/event requested).

Alright, people. Have at me. Please. I'm not feeling busy enough right now.

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Oh awesome idea! Took me a while to decide for this one lolz. But what I've always loved to see or read rather. Is Jian and Wren in their early parenting days lolz. So either when Wren is pregnant and due to go into labour, or when Aiko is still and infant or toddler. Feel free to do any of those and whatever hehe....just would be fun to see for sure! If yah need any more info just lemme know!

Oh and speaking of writing, was wondering if you'd be up for a bit of RP? I thought we could do a RP of when Hideo and Hailey meet and then with Aiko in it too. I know Hideo's not coming home for a very long time I think XD. But it's just a though....might be fun hehe. We could do it on Condoll maybe? I'm kinda rusty with RP but I'd love to try sometime!

Jian sat at the kitchen table, laptop open in front of him and a cup of lukewarm tea that had been steeping for far too long near his elbow. Aiko sat on the floor at his feet, a bowl of brightly colored cereal loops of some type in front of her. She industriously sorted them by color, then organized the colors into something approaching the color spectrum (or as close to ROY G BIV as one could get when dealing with the selection offered by Fruit Loops or their cousins). She put them on her fingers, so that she had miniature rainbows springing from her hands. She stacked them, then knocked over the stacks and sorted them again. She put them in the bowl, in a swirl of carefully placed colors, then took them out again. She did not eat any.

She was nearly a year old, now.

Jian hadn’t noticed what she was doing – he simply knew that she was being quiet (not unusual), and that she was entertained (again, not that unusual), and that he finally had some time to get a bit of work done (over the past three days, this had become a bit scarce). He hoped Wren got back from her mission soon. They’d been avoiding the longer assignments since Aiko had been born, not wanting to leave their daughter with Eve and Hunter for longer than necessary. But this job had required Wren’s rather specialized way of looking at patterns of information, and since it hadn’t required both parents…

He sighed, clicked the screen down, and continued reading the report the director had sent him two days ago. He was supposed to have approved it and returned it by now. This work-from-home thing was far easier when injured than when taking care of a curious baby, even if she was unusually quiet for her age.

Aiko looked at the fridge, then at her father’s knee – slightly above her head. Then at the fridge again. She dropped onto her stomach and began to belly-crawl across the room. Jian looked down. “Hungry, Aiko?” He addressed her as one would address an adult. They’d never held with baby-talk in this house.

Jian stood up, got out one of the bottles of breastmilk Wren had left – they didn’t use formula on their baby, and Wren was rather insistent that, barring some kind of strange emergency, they never would. Jian was inclined to agree with her. Aiko, for her part, rolled onto her back and watched him, upside down, and he carefully heated the bottle.

She hadn’t spoken yet. She rarely made any sounds. He was a bit worried about that, but Wren had simply smiled and shaken her head when he mentioned it, once, a few months ago.

“She’s learning, Jian. She’s too busy observing to bother communicating with us that way. When she finds she needs to tell us something we can’t infer from her behavior, then she’ll talk.”

He’d decided she was probably right.

Jian leaned down, scooped Aiko up in his arms, and settled on the chair. He offered her the bottle. She gave it an unappreciative look – he could understand that. She was used to her mother, not some plastic thing. But she opened her mouth after a moment, and began to eat.

Jian sat in silence for a while, thinking. Wren should be back in the morning. Aiko would probably be overjoyed to see her, in her quiet way. For his part, he was looking forward to…

Jian’s thoughts trailed off as he looked down, derailed by the arrangement of cereal at his feet. He frowned at it. Something wasn’t right there.

It was grouped strangely, colors arranged with obvious intent, but not the way a child would normally place them – the blues weren’t all with the blues, the reds weren’t all with the reds, and so on. They were mixed together, but laid out in neat groups.

There was a circle of colors around him. It took him a few long moments to figure out what he was seeing. But once he thought of it, the thought wouldn’t shake loose. And it made sense. If the reds represented security checkpoints, the greens lounges and restrooms…and she had been there before, since they took her in to work with them fairly often.

Carefully, he set down the bottle. Held up Aiko so he was looking into her eyes. “Aiko…did you just map out HQ in cereal?”

She simply smiled, and reached for his nose.

That was highly amusing. Hmm..I wonder if I can think of one....uhh...how about...ummm.....since we're on the theme of parenting, how about Darryl's first encounter with Luke Alan? *chuckles* I may have to steal this meme...at least to give myself something to do. D=

**grin** There you go. Daddy Jian. Oh, how amusing. **chuckle**

I don't know that I'm up for another RP right now. I try not to do more than one at a time, and I'm already involved in one right now. Maybe when that one comes to its natural end?

*bows* Oh that was great! I am a happy camper now! *grins* I enjoyed that a lot actually.

Hehe okie, well whenever or ifever (jk hehe) that one ends feel free to lemme know if you're up for another RP! No biggie for me as I said I am rust with Rps (and bitter.... XD) so I don't mind waiting.

It was dark, quiet. The hiss of machinery was a comforting constant as the guard made his rounds, shining a flashlight into rooms with the negligence born of routine. He checked one of the larger computer labs, silent except for the sound of the fans blowing cooled air over delicate circuitry. Then he moved on, plodding away, mind already on his plans for the next day, his date with his girlfriend, whether or not he had any condoms left in the bathroom or would need to pick some up on the way home. The sweep of the flashlight beam across the other rooms on that floor was even more apathetic than before. Section cleared, he pushed the button for the elevator, humming quietly as he waited for it to reach that floor and got in. The doors shut behind him with a hydraulic slither.

Whitened fingertips tensed on the windowsill of one of the dismissed rooms, arms and shoulders flexed and a head appeared, black ski cap revealing only pale eyes and the thin slit of a mouth. The eyes scanned the room once, thoroughly, then with a quick pull the figure rolled up and over and into the building with barely a rustle of cloth. It was obviously a male, his knit charcoal gray turtleneck fitted enough that there was no question there. Utilitarian black cargo pants led the way to even more plebian black boots. There were leather gloves on his hands, strapped close at the wrist, fingers cropped off halfway. The only skin visible was that of the ends of his fingers, and around his eyes and mouth.

There was a shoulder holster buckled around his torso, guns on each side hugging his ribcage. All of it matte, black and dark grays, very little to catch the light or throw reflections. He moved rapidly, landing in a low crouch inside the room, against the wall below and to one side of the open window, then froze. Listened.

There were no unexpected noises, just the shallow, even sound of his breathing and the constant hum of electronics. He straightened up, smooth and unhurried, moved toward the doorway and the hall beyond.

He steps were firm, even, and soundless, heel first and the rest of the foot following, outside edge meeting the ground before his weight rolled forward onto his toes. He glanced into the empty rooms as he passed them, his search much faster and more inquiring than the cursory one the guard had performed only minutes before. Judging by his stride, he appeared to know where he was going, but his gaze as he walked the hallway said differently.

He reached the elevator at the end, considered it for a moment, then turned and went into one of the rooms instead. Found an air vent in the ceiling and, standing on a chair, pushed the grate up into it easily - it wasn't fastened. Half-gloved hands gripped the edges of the opening, and one pull-up later he was in the duct, looking up and down it. One direction was blocked by a large fan, turning sluggishly. The other way was open.

He crawled through the cramped metal tunnel for perhaps fifteen or twenty feet, pulling himself along on his elbows and wincing at the occasional creak of the square tubes, before he found what he was looking for. Negotiating the turn of the duct to come out in the floor of a room on the next floor up - the fifth floor of the building - was difficult, but not impossible, and within moments he was out in the open again.

This room had a closed door, and he opened it carefully, turning the handle and waiting for a moment before stepping through into the hall beyond. An empty hall, rows of closed doors marching off on either side of him, doors with labels on them, numbers and names both. He walked down its length, reading off the doors as he went, then stopped. Stared at a door that was closed, the words “Program 7932” etched into the front of it. And a single name. Albin.

He reached down, touched the door handle. It was locked. A small flick of frown, barely visible, and his hand tensed on the metal. It opened beneath his fingers with a quiet 'click.'

He pushed the door open, found himself facing a room, plain, white, drab. A sink and toilet on one side. A crate in one corner filled with something colorful. A bed, white-sheeted, and a head covered in short, honey-blond hair resting on the pillow. The head raised as the person in the bed rolled onto their back and sat up, rubbing one hand across their eyes before looking at him. Their skin was a light bronze, and the gaze leveled at him was a bright, clear blue.

He realized his mouth was open a bit, and he shut it. The boy - it was a boy, young, no older than four, perhaps only three - was watching him curiously. He glanced around, looking for a camera, spotted one in the corner of the room, and looked back at the boy. Swallowed to wet his mouth, suddenly nervous and not sure why.

"Hey. I'm Darryl. What's your name?"

The boy looked at him solemnly, then smiled suddenly. Darryl felt an inquiring, untrained brush against the barriers around his mind as that smile appeared, and his eyes widened just a bit.

"Luke Alan." The answer was quiet.

Darryl nodded and held his hand out, careful to keep out of the view of the camera. "Do you want to come with me?"

The boy - Luke Alan - got eagerly to his feet, started toward the door. Darryl held up a hand. "Wait a minute. Can you cover your pillow up with your blanket first? It's...a game."

Luke Alan nodded agreeably and turned, did as he was told, then started toward the door again. He paused, looked over at the crate, and changed direction halfway across the room. Dug around in it - Darryl winced inwardly at the noise that made - until he came up with a teddy bear, of all things. He clutched it to him, came over to the door and looked up at Darryl with big eyes. "Where?"

Darryl leaned down, gathered the boy up in his arms - the same way he'd held Wren and Jian's two year old daughter, Aiko, only last week - and stepped away from the door, letting it close again. "Home."

Luke Alan nodded, content with that, and leaned his head against the soft, dark gray fabric that covered Darryl's chest, seemingly heedless of the buckles and straps holding the holsters in place. "Okay. Daddy."

Darryl's arms tightened just a bit at that, but the grim line of his mouth softened slightly. There was no arguing with that quiet pronouncement. Even if the name on the door - his last name - hadn't told him, the way that young mind felt against the edges of his own would have.

Well. This was...unexpected. Hadn't Talon joked, when he'd told him that he was going to come check this facility out, that he'd better not bring home any more stray subjects like Wren?

Not that this was like Wren. Wren was his sister, through cloning. This boy...this boy was his son. Somehow, inexplicably, impossibly, he had a son.

He didn't know the first thing about being a father, but one thing was certain - he couldn't leave the way he'd come in.

There you go, Lugi. **lopsided grin** Hope it meets with your expectations.

EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

I loved it....the Darryl section of my heart just grew. <33 Wheee for babeh Lukie!! XD He's still simple and agreeable like that now...lol so cute.

Well written, me likies...*rubs on*

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