I know what you're thinking, "Isn't this story done by Hillsy21?" Why yes you're right, well mostly. The first chapters are done by Hillsy21 but I'm taking over from chapter 13 on so if you've read the first 12 chapters then skip ahead to chapter 13. but if you're new to this story then start here and get ready for a fun ride~Timothy.C.

Authors Note: Ah, I see you've chosen to read this Fanficton…Well, welcome to the start of the story….I hope. This story is quite unlike the others. In short, everything you thought you knew about the Chipmunks is about to go down the drain. Your opinion of them is likely to change…..So expect the unexpected and remember….you've been warned! Enjoy the dream sequence!

The Truth is in the Eye of the Beholder

Father and Son

"Have you ever lain back on the grass, watch the clouds float and ponder about Life? I do that nearly every day. It never ceases to amaze me. How can so many types of animals and plants live together on different continents without tearing each other to pieces? How can everyone be so different from each other, but still be the same? How come our lives have to come to an end after only a certain amount of years? How come we can't all live together as equals?

In our individual lives, we make at least 100,000 mistakes before we die. Some of them bigger than the others, most are insignificant. Have you ever noticed how we make more mistakes than we make amends and do something worthwhile? If we only changed that balance, the world would be a better place to live in. All the countries would be equally wealthy, no need for war. There wouldn't be Global Warming, we would be more environmentally careful.

Once in a while, something can happen to change your life permanently. It starts off small. But that causes a chain reaction to create bigger changes that can become even bigger changes and so on. Sometimes the changes can be terrific, and others absolutely horrifying. At the end of the day, everything happens for a good reason. Even if the reasons aren't too clear, you can always count on Life to hand you a few lemons. When that happens, it always feels good to shove the lemons down Life's throat and tell it to bugger off."

-Hillsy21 (Miss Insanity-2010)

So this is how the story starts. With an event that changed Life for a father and son.

It was six years ago that disaster struck. On a beautiful spring day, in a forest on the border of North America and Canada, life was enjoying itself everywhere. The river was flowing gently; the trees of all kinds were swaying gently in the breeze. Deer herds were travelling from place to place looking for food and the rabbits had come out of their burrows to play in the sun. Birds were taking over the sky, so everyone had to run for cover as to not get crapped on.

But nobody was having more fun than a young male chipmunk by the name of Alvin. He was at least 10 inches tall; his fur was a dark golden brown, had bottle green eyes and was wearing a smile that could win the heart of any Chipette. But at the moment, he only had eyes for his small son. He didn't have a name; Alvin didn't have a clue what to call him. He had decided to wait until the boy could talk so he could just ask him instead. He thought he was being logical.

The boy looked exactly like a miniature version of his father, but with the exception of his brown eyes. They were his mothers. She had unfortunately passed away along with two daughters. Alvin had no one else left but his son. Now he was going to do everything be the best dad he could. At the moment, they were playing a game of hide and seek. Alvin was the seeker...as always.

"Three...two...one! Ready or not here I come!" called Alvin, staring around the forest floor for a sign of his son. He scanned the scene around him, a few rabbits hopping by. He playfully crawled around, making as much noise on the leaves as he could to make his son think he was a lousy seeker, "Come out! Come out! Where ever you are!"

Alvin could've easily smelled his son out, but that wouldn't be any fun. Instead, he started to sing softly a parody of Teddy Bear Picnic that always cracked the boy up laughing.

Once there was a magical elf,

Who lived in a rainbow tree.

He lived downstairs to a magical elf,

Who was constantly having to pee.

He went and knocked,

On the rude elf's door.

Who opened it with,

Such adore.

And next minute,

What do you know?

They were married.

Alvin knew the song didn't make any sense, but he didn't care. It rhymed, so that was good enough for him. He listened intently for any sign or sound of giggling, but no luck. Moving on a bit more, he sang it again, louder and clearer. Still, there was no noise except for the chirping birds flying over head. The breeze rustled in the tree branches over above. Alvin wasn't worried; the solution was to just sing louder. So without further ado, he sang the song very loudly indeed.

Once more he listened around him, it was intensely quiet. Except, for the noise of a certain little chipmunk kacking himself laughing. From behind a shrub ten feet away, out bounded Alvin's little Mini Me, laughing and bounding into his awaiting fathers arms.

"Ha! I got ya son! I got ya!" Alvin laughed, throwing the cackling boy into the air and making him laugh harder. He caught his son and put him back on the ground. The little one gave a shove into his dad's stomach. Pretending that it hurt, Alvin fell to the ground letting out a fake cry of pain as his son advanced on top of him. "Okay! Okay! You got me! You got me! I give in! I surrender! You win!"

Alvin looked deep into his son's brown eyes, but quickly looked away again as he felt sadness start to spread and ice his heart. Those eyes reminded him of his beautiful wife. He was still devastated about her death; it had only happened two months earlier and he wasn't sure how it happened. It was a complete mystery to him. All he knew was that now, he was a single father with a handful of a son to look after.

Alvin sighed as memories came floating back. He and his wife Virginia (Vinny) had meant to be together since the dawn of time. That was how they saw it to be anyway. They were perfect for each other. They had shared a passion for music: Vinny was a lover of classical country while Alvin preferred old fashioned Rock n Roll. They mixed the two styles together to create one beautiful sound that could be heard throughout the forest. Day in and day out.

When Vinny gave birth to two daughters and one son, they were happier than ever before. But soon, Virginia began to feel ill from an unknown illness. Their two daughters caught it as well and together, the three females soon lost their appetite. Weakness followed along with sleepless nights filled out with cries of pain. One night, just when things were looking better, all three fell asleep and decided to never wake up. A family of five was down to a devastated two.

"You know what?" Alvin asked the small boy, who was very fidgety, "Your mother always said that she wanted to name one of our kids after one of us. How do you like the name Alvin Jr?" The boy sneezed. Alvin grinned at his son's innocent unknowing attitude, "I'll take that as a yes. I'll make it AJ for short. Come on AJ, let's get lunch."

So Alvin and AJ made their way home. Alvin carried AJ on his shoulders, while they laughed about nothing in particular, just glad to have each other. They climbed up their tree, AJ being helped by Alvin up each branch, into a small, simple tree house at the top. As usual, it was nuts and berries for lunch. As usual, AJ got berry juice all over his face and as usual, Alvin had to clean it off. So, everything was going...well...as usual.

But after lunch, when they set out again to gather nuts and berries for dinner, things went terribly wrong.

Alvin set up a game with AJ to see who could carry the most nuts at one time so there wouldn't be any complaining. It was funny to see AJ struggle with his load, constantly dropping it and having to pick it up again. Alvin chuckled as his son chucked his usual tantrum. He cried and screamed, smashing his fists on the ground, totally forgetting about the game.

"Alright AJ, knock it off. Stay put while I climb the tree." Alvin said sternly, leaping onto the first branch. AJ stopped immediately and got off the ground, smiling in an angelic way as he dried his own tears. His eyes had that cheeky funny glint of mischief in them, as if hatching a plan. Alvin rolled his eyes and kept climbing til he reached the top.

He's going to be an optimistic idiot when he's older. I already feel sorry for the Chipette he ends up with. She's not going to know what she got herself into! Still chuckling about his son, he picked a few of the better nuts and stuffed them into his cheeks to take back down. He reached the bottom, he was going to give one to AJ to eat...but he had disappeared!

In panic, Alvin spat out the nuts and started sniffing the air for AJ's scent. He caught it and ran north, "AJ! AJ! Where are you? Answer me! Now would be a good time for your first words!" He was now in hot pursuit of AJ's scent, bounding across the forest floor, barely making a mark under his quick and light pace. He halted, the scent was gone again. It didn't take long to find it and Alvin was on the trail again.

"AJ! AJ!" Alvin cried as he ran closer and closer to the most dangerous point of the forest. They lived near the river which, if followed for long enough, turned into a water fall on a huge ridge. Anybody who slipped off the edge was facing certain death as it went down nearly 100 metres. If AJ was anywhere near it, he would be in huge danger of falling; Alvin had no time to lose.

AJ! Where are you? Please be okay! Alvin desperately thought as he scrambled up several trees to look around, still no sign of his son. He kept on running, dodging everything in his path. Once he missed, tripping over a thick gnarly root of a tree, smashing into the ground with such force that he felt his left arm snap in half. That's when he heard it.

"Daddy! Daddy! Help me!"

"Hold on AJ! I'm coming!" Alvin cried back. Ignoring the enormous pulsating pain in his arm, Alvin scrambled and ran onward to the cliff face. There was AJ, holding on for dear life, his legs trying to get a grip on the surface of that treacherous descent. His fingers were already slipping. Alvin ran harder and leaped forward just as AJ started to lose grip. Alvin pulled and heaved his son upwards to safety, but was failing; his arm wasn't helping the problem.

"AJ hold on tight!" cried Alvin, but that was when disaster struck. An eagle spotted them as prey and swooped from the sky down to the two chipmunks. It went for Alvin first, striking him in the face with its deadly talons. Alvin cried out in pain, but refused to let go of AJ. AJ screamed in panic and agony as the eagle's talons struck his left ear leaving a bleeding nick...With another strike to his already broken arm, Alvin lost his grip on his son...

"AJ! NO! AJ!"Alvin screamed furiously as he battled the eagle with all his might.

"Daddy! Daddy! Help!"

Six years later, Alvin Junior woke with a yell. He was sweaty, tears were pouring down his face. He sat up straight in bed wiping the tears away. It took him a few minutes to realise that he wasn't actually in the forest, he was in Los Angeles. He got up and scrambled out the bedroom door, across the house to his adoptive fathers room. He leaped onto the bed and tugged on the human's nightshirt urgently.

"Dave? Are you awake?" AJ asked nervously, he hated waking Dave in the middle of the night.

"Well I am now..." groaned Dave, rubbing his eyes, turning over to turn on the lampshade next to his bed. When he caught sight of what the time was on his alarm, he yelled, "Geez Louise! Alvin! It's 3:30 in the blessed A.M! What are you doing up at this time of day?" His anger at the chipmunk didn't last long when he saw the saddened and solemn look on his face. "It was the nightmare again wasn't it?"

Alvin nodded depressingly, "Yeah, it keeps coming back...I wish it would go away...I haven't had a good night's sleep in ages." He yawned, the lines under his eyes showing evidence of deprivation from sleep. He looked worn down and a bit thinner than usual, just not himself at all. Dave looked at him concerned.

"I can see that. Maybe you just need to talk about it. You wanna talk?" Dave asked. Alvin thought about it. If he talked to Dave about the dream; what it is actually about and who was in it, he would have to reveal the darkest secret he had. If anyone found out about Alvin's secret, chaos just might prevail. Yet again, if he did reveal it, it would be off his chest at last...

"Um...Maybe tomorrow Dave, for now I just wanna sleep. Can I sleep here til morning?" Alvin asked, changing the subject as fast as he could.

"Fine, hop in..."

You can always trust Dave to give you a helping hand, luckily for Alvin, eh? What was that dream about exactly? I wonder…