Pequeño Tesoro (Little Treasure)
Disclaimer: I nor Hikari no Kasai own the boys or any of the BTR Characters. I do however own Marcus Vega. I am happy to say Hikari no Kasai is going to co-author this story. I'm excited to see how he will add on to the story.
Faller: I know I'm excited! Carlos as a Daddy. AWWWW!
Sean: Carlos is my Papí's name! It makes me feel special! Especially since his family name is Garcia!
James: I think Carlos would make a great father.
Chapter 1: Little Hopes
Somewhere in East Los Angeles
It was a beautiful spring day in East L.A. It was the time of year that the people of East L.A would gather around and throw block parties and enjoy each other's company. It was also little five-year old green and blue eyed Marcus Vega's first block party.
He liked the sound of the Latin Music in the air. The sweet deep laughs of his Father, uncles, and their friends made. The smell of the sweet churros, and spicy enchiladas and the feel of his Mother's warm, soft hand in his. The heat of the East L.A sun on his soft caramel skin making his hand even warmer than his Mother's. But what little Marcus heard terrified him. The sound of loud motorcycles and gun shots frightening the people of the block into running like an elephant stampede in all directions, screaming in genuine terror to get away from whoever the intruder was. The next thing Marcus knew was both his parents were on top of him protecting him like shields.
"Mijo, be as quiet as you can." Mr. Vega told his son in a kind whisper. He could tell his son was really terrified by what was happening. From above him he could hear the voice of his disowned gang banger brother.
"Well well well, boys look who we have here!" His brother said out to his gang in a heavy Spanish accent. "My pipsqueak brother Jupe and his wife Maria." He laughed as he kicked him off of Maria.
"What do you want Juan?" Jupe spat at his brother, while he was getting up from the hot pavement. "You shouldn't be here. At all!" he screamed at his brother.
"It's okay Mijo, Papa is going to make the mean people go away. Your Papa will protect us." Maria whispered to calm her shaking son down.
"I…little brother, can be anywhere I want, and you can't stop me." Juan laughed at his brothers bravery and pointed his gun at Maria. "So, hermano, are you ready to join the gang?" He questioned his brother with an evil gleam in his eye.
"No! I may be related to a family of gang bangers, but I will never be part of your gang!" Jupe shouted at his brother. He then started to walk towards his brother to get the gun.
"Wrong answer little brother." He told his brother as he shot Maria in the knee, then in her elbow. "I would have said yes." He mocked.
"GO TO HELL JUAN!" she screeched at him. He laughed even louder and shot her in the back, this time killing her with a through and through bullet. The bullet had also hit Marcus in his side near his ribs. He wanted to scream but his Papa had told him to be as quiet as possible.
"MARIA!" Jupe yelled and pulled out 9mm gun out and shot his brother in the left shoulder. After that happened Jupe ran to Maria and made it look like he was giving her on last hug, but he moved her so that Marcus could run if he needed to. "Mijo after they have gone, I need you to run. Don't go home go-" was all Jupe got to tell his son.
Jupe fell where he was facing his brother looking at him. "You should have said yes." Juan informed him as he shot him in the forehead. "Let's go boys. I'm getting hungry and there are people I need to collect money from." He said as he walked to his motorcycle.
Once Juan and his motorcycle gang left Marcus crawled out as best he could and looked at his parents and gave each one a kiss, then shut their eyes and said, "Te amo Mamí y Papí." Then he ran, fighting back the tears that were determined to fall from his eyes.
(Ruler)
Meanwhile at the Palmwoods….
Carlos POV:
"Kendall, have you seen my helmet?" I asked like little child as I came down the swirly-slide.
"No, Carlitos I haven't seen it." He answered with a smile then looked down and asked, "Do you like the name Ace?" he watched me look in the fridge.
'What, he hasn't picked a name yet?' I thought as I hit my head on a shelf. Kendall started to laugh at me. "WHAT? YOU HAVENT PICKED A NAME YET? YOU AND JO ARE GOING TO BE PARENTS AND YOU GUYS HAVENT PICKED A NAME YET?" I questioned him. I then decided to go look in the closet for my helmet.
"We can't decide between Ace James Logan Knight or Breck Logan Carlos Knight." Kendall answered defensively and then started to laugh when I got buried under blankets and jackets. I really regretted looking into the closet.
I then popped out of the pile of blankets and jackets and answered in a nonchalant way, "Well I personally like Breck Logan Carlos Knight, and not cuz it has my name. Its unique." I then stood up and shoved everything back into the closet and slammed the door shut and put an 'Open at your own risk' sign on the handle.
"Okay I'll take that as use both. Have you checked the pool? I'm pretty sure Logan and James have seen it." Kendall suggested as he pulled out his phone to call Jo.
I smiled and said, "Good idea. Tell Jo I say hello." I then walked out of the door. As I walked out of the door I passed my crush the new girl Stephanie. She waved and smiled at me. I turned and smiled back, but right as she walked into her apartment I walked into the elevator doors. I'm such a klutz. "OWWW." is all I moaned as the elevator doors open to reveal Logan with James arms around his waist.
"That looks like it hurt whatever you did bro." James said as he and Logan walked out in sync. They stood over me.
"Could one or both of you help me up, please?" I, the adorable Latino, asked with my chocolate brown puppy-dog eyes. Logan and James both put their hands out and lifted me up. "Thank you. Have you guys seen my helmet? I have been looking all over for it." I asked them in a sad tone. I then gave my two best friends a hug.
"I think it's in yours and Kendall's room, Hermano." James answered while he looked at me. James was my adoptive brother. His Mom and Dad were unfit to keep and raise a child, James was afraid of his biological Father for the fact he beat him, and used him for his own personal gain. His Mother was just too busy to raise him and it got worse when her cosmetics business kicked off.
So, my Mom and Dad adopted James when he was 7 making him my older brother by a month, the twin brothers Zack & Zeke by three years, Selena by four years, and the youngest, Alejandro, by five years. So, as the oldest, he looked over us to make sure we didn't get hurt, and that day was the happiest day ever. James smiled that I didn't have a concussion and went to check his pockets for his comb, most likely. I looked at Logan and smiled.
"More like somewhere between here and the rink or studio." Logan replied and smiled at James and me. "Good Luck trying to find it." He turned to James and asked, "Hun, What are you looking for?"
"Thanks and I'll see you two later." I declared as I turned and walked into the elevator only to hear my brother moan, "Logie-bear that feels nice". I laughed and made a mental note to get James and Logan flowers and a 'Do not disturb' sign. Once the elevator doors opened onto the lobby I ran out as fast as I could thinking that we did stop by that hotdog stand, so I must have left it there. I turned to wave at Jo and Camille, but ran into somebody.
"Hey, watch it you klutz!" Jett said in his arrogant tone as he got off the floor and dusted himself off. I just looked at him and laughed.
"I'm sorry dude. I'm in a big time rush. I need to find my helmet." I informed him. All he did was give me a look.
"Tell Kendall that Jo will be mine by the end of my scene today." He cockily informed me.
"DUDE! Get over yourself and get over Jo, it's never going to happen. She is with Kendall and is about to have their kid any day now." I retorted. He just stared at me then looked at his feet and stayed silent. I took that as my cue to leave and go find my helmet. I ran across the street to Palmwoods Park and ran straight to my favorite vender in the park. The Corndog stand and Snow Cone vendor were coming into view.
I looked at the Snow Cone vendor and sighed. "It's not there." I didn't notice until then the sudden raise in temperature. "Man did it got hot fast! Maybe Ray has it safely put away, so he could give it to me when I go get a corndog." I turned and faced the corndog stand to see a new guy working the stand holding my helmet. And to my horror, he flung it into the alley across from the stand.
I ran after my helmet across the street into the alley. I am never j-walking in L.A again. I now know how Frogger felt. I looked around the alley for my helmet until I found it by this little boy with the same skin tone as me and jet black hair, completely passed out. When I went to see if the little boy was alive, he woke up and yelped in pain, clutching his side near his ribs.
I picked him up along with my helmet and ran into the street shouting for a taxi. I suddenly felt something wet on my hands. "He is bleeding! Crap, really bad time for it to be rush hour!" I decided to screw the taxi and run to the nearest hospital with this beautiful little treasure in my arms to help him. I looked at him and smiled, "It's going to be okay little one. I'll get you fixed up. Papí Carlos is on the case." I got to the hospital and immediately they took him and raced off into the E.R with him.
"Dear god. Please help this little boy I saved." I prayed as I sat down in the waiting room.
Marcus POV:
All I felt was pain, both physical and emotional, as I ran as far as I could from the site of my parents murder. All around me, people stopped to stare as I ran past them. I knew I was hurt, but I didn't know how bad. It was getting harder and harder to breathe, though.
So many people tried to stop me and help me, but I couldn't understand them. I only spoke Spanish at the time. I'm fairly certain that several called either the police, or an ambulance. But I didn't care. I just kept, running. Tears clouded my vision as I desperately ran to find…something. I would know it when I saw it, I knew that much at least.
The midday sun was getting to me. The horrible burning pain in my side kept getting worse and worse. I was probably covered in blood and dirt, but what was I supposed to do? Eventually, I stumbled, literally, into a park. I wandered under the shade of the trees, hoping to rest. However, it seemed as though the chipmunks had other plans, jumping down onto me and biting at my skin. I ran from the tree, walking towards the other side of the small park.
Suddenly, I smelled one of my favorite food in the entire world: corndogs. Unconsciously, I drooled, walking almost zombie like towards the stand that sold little pieces of Heaven for just a buck fifty. I must have looked horrible and starving. Maybe they would take pity on me and give me a free corndog.
Apparently, looking like you just crawled out of a bombed building makes the employees pull out a baseball bat and chase you away from the stand like some rabies-infested pest. Holding back a new wave of tears, I walked across the street while the light was still, thankfully, red.
As I tripped and fell into a nice, cool, alley, I let the pain overcome me. I let my tears fall freely. I wanted my Mommy. I wanted her to hold me in her arms and whisper sweet nothings into my ear like when I had a nightmare about el chupacabra snatching me from my bed. I wanted my Daddy. I wanted him to carry me around on his shoulders and tell me interesting stories about the things around me that I would probably forget anyways. I wanted my puppy, Soldado. I wanted him to run around me in circles while I held a doggy treat just out of his reach. But there was one thing I wanted most of all.
I wanted to go home and lay in my bed, so I could cry without dirt getting in my nose with each sniff. So I could lay comfortably and not painfully on gravel covered ground. So I could doze off with having to worry whether or not I would wake up…
Sometime later, I felt someone shaking me lightly. I barely opened my eyes when the pain in my ribs returned, and I grabbed at it. The pain neatly drove me back into unconsciousness, but I managed to stay awake. I felt the sensation of being lifted in a pair of warm arms, and being held against a strangely soft, yet firm chest. For the smallest moment, I thought maybe my Papí was alive. Then he started talking.
"It's going to be okay little one. I'll get you fixed up. Papí Carlos is on the case." Carlos? Who was Carlos? And why was he calling himself Papí? He's not my Father. Another bout of pain swept over me, and I went out of it again. Back into the sweet oblivion without pain or worry.
Authors note: did you like it? Please comment and review.
Faller: I thought that went rather well!
Sean: A little rough around the edges, but I like it!
James: I can't wait for next chapter!
Sean: Gemelo! (tackles James in hug)
James: Oof! (wriggles out of hug) As much as I love you too, Hermano, I'm dating Cordell. (pulls Cordell into frame)
Cordell: Uh…hi.