AN: Hey guys, this story centers around two new potential CHERUB's who will be recruited soon enough and their story. Enjoy.

-Laser Slayer


Chapter 1: Beginning of the End

London, 2004

Eleven year old Scott Pressman was seated in front of the television. His hands were together as if he was praying for Arsenal to score the final point against Chelsea.

"Make it, make it, make it," he begged. Arsenal scored the final point to end the draw and finish the game.

"Yes!" he chanted loudly in sing-song voice. "Arsenal won! Bernie owes me ten quid!"

"Keep it down, will ya Scotty," Will Pressman ruffled the hair of his younger brother. He was only a year older but significantly taller with a stronger build.

"Nice that you won a bet little bro but I have to watch the Lakers game on channel twelve," Will reached for the remote.

"Yeah right," Scott snatched back the remote and grinned. "Arsenal's playing against Man U next game and I can't miss it. Sorry Will"

"Give it twerp!" Will lunged for the remote but Scott blocked him.

"Upper block," Will observed. "Nice one Scotty, maybe one day you'll end up as good as karate as your big bro."

Scott rolled his eyes. "You are way too cocky; you're only a blue belt."

"Still two ranks higher than you."

"Okay guys, break it up." The boys' father said. Jacob Preston Pressman was an aerospace engineer and spent half his time in London and the other half in LA or New York, where the their boys often visited. Aside from each other and their parents, Scott and Will had a four year old brother- Darren and a nineteen year old sister, Claire, who was studying at Cambridge.

The family piled into the car and went on their way out to a dinner paid by Jacob Pressman's very rich boss. All except Darryl who had to stay home with the babysitter.

The accident- so clear in his mind. They had been on Montgomery Road. One of the street lights had been busted. His father's car had overturned and smashed into something, he remembered his father trying so hard to regain control of the vehicle, the road had been slippery, and the power went out, the car toppled over. He remembered seeing his father and mother's lifeless faces. Blood dripping from the gash on the side of his dad's forehead. His mother with blood on her clothes, Will crying and desperately trying to find a way out without hurting himself. The window, the door, anything.

Scott Pressman bolted upright in his bed drenched in sweat. He was panting heavily. Scott looked over at the next bed, there was Will, still sleeping. He took a little while to notice that he was in a hospital. He must have blacked out or something when the ambulance arrived. A woman accompanied by a nurse walked in.

"Hello Scott," she tried to smile at him. "Are you feeling any better? I'm Dr Carmen," she offered him a handshake which he took. She seemed friendly enough.

"How long have I been out cold?" he asked.

"About 48 hours." She responded. "You were rushed into the emergency room as soon as the ambulance arrived."

"Two days? Wow. Are my parents…?"

Dr Carmen nodded solemnly. "Unfortunately your parents died before the ambulance got to them. We tried everything to bring them back but it was too late. If you like, the hospital has support groups for kids like you and your brother who have lost their parents."

The doctor noticed Will beginning to stir and filled him in on the events. His face went pale when she confirmed the death of their parents.

Will sat up straight. "So what happens to us?"

The doctor ushered in a man in a business suit. He was fairly short with black hair and a sympathetic smile on his face.

"Boys, this is George Griffin. He's a social worker. Your injuries are nothing serious. Cuts maybe a couple of bruises, nothing you couldn't get falling off a bike. I'll leave the three of you to discuss now." The doctor left.

"I'm very sorry about your loss," George said. "But we've got some things to discuss. Like where you're going to live."

"What's going to happen to Darren?" Will asked.

George sighed. "Your sister Claire is legally an adult and attending Cambridge University. I've contacted her and she said that she cannot be your full-time guardian. Your brother Darren is only four we've decided to put him in immediate foster care, since he isn't mature enough to handle this kind of thing."

"So can we still see him?" Scott asked.

George Griffin took a deep breath. "You do realize the chance of Darren only being your half brother right?"

Will and Scott both gave confused looks.

"Five years ago, your parents had split up for about a year. Your mother met a man named Patrick Knicks and eventually became pregnant while your parents began reconciling. If we run a test and Patrick turns out to be Darren's father, he can claim full custody and you might never see your brother again."

The two boys remembered their mother's brief boyfriend. He'd seemed like a pretty nice guy for the first ten minutes they'd met him. After that they thought he was a complete douche.

"By putting Darren in immediate custody and foster care we're hoping to avoid that. Now do you have any relatives?"

Will thought for a bit. "Dad had relatives in the States, none here that I know of. Mum was an only child I think."

Scott nodded in agreement. "Mum had two or three cousins living in Australia but I reckon that's about it."

"Any grandparents?" George asked.

"All passed away," Will said.

"I reckon that you two will be in foster care then." George closed his briefcase. "The doctor has discharged you, you two have something to eat and then we'll go." He tossed two pairs of jeans, sneakers and t-shirts for both of them. "Get dressed too, we'll leave when your ready."


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