Hello my fellow fanfic-ers...My name is Rosaline Star...But you guys can call me Rosy, Rose, or Star! Umm...I use to review anonymously as 17Bubbleslover, and Starlightgurl17, so you might know me... This is my first time using fanfiction, and uploading a story, so please bare with me...XP So this story is a humanized one, and deals with Private's past, or the past Private wants to find. I made Private a little older since he is a teenager in this story. I reallllllly hope you guys review, and tell me what you think! I would deeply appreciate it!

Secrets aren't supposed to be kept there always revealed in the end.

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He vaguely remembers his parents. Actually, he has no recollection of them. Not even the way they look. Did they have black hair like his? Sparkling blue eyes, or anything familiar to him? He lets his mind wonder off like this from time to time. Even his own team refuses to tell him.

His leader won't even let him talk about them. The explosion expert always shifts away uncomfortably, and walks away from his questions. The scientist, he'll stare off into another dimension. They say nothing...His Uncle even tells him he is too young to know about his parents.

Of course, this gets him madder than ever when they keep things from him. Especially, the classified things. It burns him up. It ruffled his feathers up if he had any. He knew he was the youngest on the team, but it didn't mean they could keep him from his past. He was getting ready to turn fifth-teen this coming week. He thinks he's old enough to know.

So he decides to go up to his leader.

Now he stands in front of his leader's office. His office had not one bit of color all grays, and black. No windows to cast the light in. It made Private feel eerie about it, but he shrug it off. The leader lifted his sapphire blue eyes up off his fish tasted coffee, and smirks at the young agent, "If it's a 'no' question then don't even ask, Private."

Private, being his nickname on the team shuffles to one of the metal seats in front of his desk. Private casts his eyes downward, and sighs. It's time to ask...Just be honest with him, thinks Private. Private looks up at his fierce leader, "Well, Skippah, it might be a no, or yes question, but I'm going to ask anyway." He pauses, as if he's waiting for, Skipper, to respond to his British voice. Skipper says nothing, and Private continues on, "Since, my birthday is coming up this week, Skippah, and I'll be fifth-teen I tho-"

Skipper smiles at Private, and begins to talk, "It's hard to believe that, you know. That you're growing up to be a young man. A young agent."

Private eyes brighten when he heard this. Maybe he was old enough to hear about his parents, "I'm glad that you said that Skipper, because I think I'm old enough to hear about my parents. I really want to know about them. If they look like me, if their-"

Skipper stood up, and the smile was gone from his face, "Stop!" He shouted for Private to stop.

Private was startled by the outburst, but stood his ground for finding out, "Skippah, I'm going to be-"

"Percival, your still too young," Skipper anger voice, seems to awaken Private when Skipper called him by his real name. He never did that. Never. Private's eyes cast down away from Skipper's angry face, and Skipper sighs, "You're not ready for the truth, Private. The truth would swallow you whole, and you wouldn't know how to get out."

Private clenches his fist, and then glares at Skipper. Anger pours through his veins. He closes his eyes to breathe. He knows he's just keeping this little secret from him. To protect him, but he doesn't need protection. If he's old enough to take down some villains that want to take over the world than he's old enough to know the truth.

Private began to shout, "The truth would swallow me? Skippah, I have no idea who my parents are, and yet when I want to know about my parents you say I'm too young! I'm not that helpless little boy anyone, Skippah! So stop treating me like I am!" He starts to get red, "For once, Skippah, I would like to hear the truth from you!" Private stomps out of Skipper's office, and slammed the door with that said.

Skipper sighed closing his eyes, and rub his tired face, "Teenagers…" He mutters, as he opens his eyes. Then he starts to smile slowly. There on his metal desk was a picture frame that had a memory that Skipper very well hadn't forgotten. The picture was of him, and a much younger little boy. Skipper had hold of the little boy who was sleeping in his arms, and Skipper was grinning at the sleeping boy.

"Don't you wish you could go back in time?" Skipper looks up to see a tall lab-coated scientist had opened the door, and had shut it back. He walks over to him, and steals the picture out of Skipper's hands, "He was so young, and yet you didn't think he would ask about his parents."

"How much did you hear, Kowalski?" He asked, his long term friend, and agent by his actual name.

"I heard only a little," Skipper raises his eyebrows, "Alright, when the shouts started to ring out into the halls. There's no doubt that everyone heard it…It was pretty loud." Skipper moans, and groans. Kowalski smirks.

"Kowalski, he keeps on asking me, you, and even Rico! He used to not even care to know… He respected that we were his family, his only family." He massages his temples, "Why can't he just be five again?"

Kowalski's nerdy grin escapes his lips, "I can make that happen!" Skipper glares remember what happen to him with one of Kowalski's invention, "Or not…" Skipper groans, and Kowalski speaks once more, "What do you honestly expect Skipper, he's fifth-teen. Eventually, he will find out, and of course, he won't be too happy that you kept it from him his whole life."

Kowalski crosses his arms, and Skipper scans the picture once more, "That won't ever happen…Until the day I die…"

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Private had pressed his ear to the door to hear every word. Private was frustrated beyond belief. His whole team knew, but refused to say anything, because of Skipper made them. He was fed up. If they weren't going to tell him…He was going to find out. Even if it meant breaking the rules…

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