Yeah, just watched episode 83 yesterday, anyone else bursting into tears more times than they can count? Anyway, I got the inspiration for this little cutie :)

Misako's point of view.

"I'm just going out to, erm, the shop to buy milk, we're running low." Dareth says quickly. I give a nod and a small smile as he turns towards the door. Dareth's always desperate to assist where he can, I'm sure he's running off now to help out with the ninja's problem, but I don't stop him. He's been running a dojo for years, helped out with the ninja for a good while, I'm sure he can handle small work.

"So, what are we going to do then?" I ask to the baby sat on the floor. Not Wu, I can never bear to refer to him as Wu. Just the baby. "Draw, Lego, erm..." There really doesn't seem to be much to do in here. And yes, the baby may be a bit young for Lego.

"Tea?" The baby suggests. I sigh and shrug.

"Tea it is then, I guess." There's a small kitchenette in the corner and I find tea bags and a kettle and the like. No teapot, Wu always had one of those.

Wu...

I wipe my eyes quickly and look over at Wu sat on the floor, running his little hands up and down the floorboards. It's so strange to see him now, so small and delicate, unknowing of his great destiny, his full potential...

I remember when Lloyd was that age.

Hands shaking, I put the kettle on and drop the teabags into mugs, through I'm not really sure what I'm doing. Wu always made the tea, for as long as I've known him, he'd never drink out of a cup someone else made him, not even me or Garmadon. Perhaps not even his father, though I never knew his father. Or Wu as a baby, my great grandparents wouldn't have even been born at that stage.

It's never bothered me, the age difference between me and the spinjitzu brothers. Until now.

"Done?" Wu asks, coming over. It's so strange to see him walking as a toddler, from side to side, often stumbling a little. He was always so elegant, so paced.

"Nearly." I tell him, and he wanders off again, looking around at all Dareth's stuff. I wonder if he even remembers who Dareth is, the man who helped us by commanding the stone army in the final battle. Who helped us save my husband.

"Wu?" I ask, and he looks up. "Do you remember Garmadon?" I ask him, and he frowns. I come over to him and kneel in front of him. "Do you remember, the three of us. How we used to walk out into the corn fields, and we'd lie there, looking at the clouds, and you'd name them all and Garmadon would say what they all looked like, and I'd lie there, wondering which one I was going to marry?"

Wu frowns, and I catch my breath, hoping, praying, pleading, that he finds it, just a little hint of a memory, the wind on our faces, the corn touching his arm, his hand fining mine through the long grass...

"Tea." Wu proclaims. I sigh and go over to the now, over boiling kettle, and pour the water into the mugs. Of course I can't expect him to remember, he's just a baby after all.

"Do you take milk or sugar?" I ask. He shakes his head and I stir the tea, and then...

Shakes his head!

Babies don't know tea preferences!

"Wu?" I gasp, and he frowns again.

"Master... Wooooo." He giggles. I sigh with a smile.

"Here's yours. Careful, it's hot!"

He takes the cup and sips gently. He's very good at drinking hot tea, even for someone with a little mouth. I sigh and wonder how my son is. I hope he's not going to do anything stupid, Lloyd was never hot headed, but when it comes to a boy's family, you can never be too sure. Personally, I'm going to keep my distance, even if it's cowardly. I don't want to see what kind of monster that princess has turned my husband into. The man I love. The man who, before, loved me, and recognised me through his evil. But now...

I don't even want to know the answer to my question.

"Wu, if you met Garmadon now, would he know you?" I ask. "Would he harm you, you're his brother, and a baby. He wouldn't, but I don't know what he's like now.

Wu shrugs, actually shrugs. He's listening, he knows what I'm talking about! He's still in there, somewhere!

"The ninja will sort him out, I hope." I tell Wu, who's sipping his tea, but looking intently at me with his dark brown eyes, wise and troubled. Exactly the way I remember them. "But all we ever do for the ninja is hope, and that may not be enough now. Do you understand?"

He nods, I'm getting through to him!

"You were always a good master, but now Lloyd is their leader, and I fear he's not strong enough. I've seen things in him, changes, that only a mother would see. Every single mission, every fight, every time he kills or watches someone he loves get hurt, it wears him down. And he's so young..."

"Nine...teen." Wu struggles to say, and I smile.

"Yes. I suppose you were fighting the serpentine wars at that age, but you'd had centuries of experience. Lloyd's mortal, and I worry for him."

"Mother." Wu says, finishing his tea.

"Well, yes. I suppose that is my job. But Wu..." I take a deep breath, hoping with all the hope in my heart that he understands and remembers.

"They've brought back your brother. He's now a man you'll never recognise, a man who would kill us in an instant, and I'm scared. What if he hurts Lloyd, or what if..."

"Gar...ma...don." Wu finishes. I gasp in a sudden delight.

"You're still in there, Wu. I know it!" I pick him up and hug him close. He snuggles into me a bit, like a child would, but still with affection.

Suddenly, I hear the television in the corner of the room blare into life.

"Did you do that?" I ask, and he shakes his head. I sit him back down as we frown at the screen. There's one figure there, just one single figure, dressed in green. I gasp in fear. This is Kryptarium, what is he doing there?!

"Lloyd." Wu says, and he sounds more like an old man than I've ever heard him before.