Disclaimer: I do not owe David Archer or the Mass Effect franchise. It rightfully belongs to BioWare and EA Games.

David's bubbling laugh resonated throughout the playroom. Toys were littered and scattered across the floor. Sunlight entered from the numerous windows; creating a safe and light haven for two year old David. He made whooshing sounds as he played with a space ship; running around the room as he "flew" the ship. He ran in a circle for a long time before he settled down on the floor. He slammed the toy ship to the ground while making a loud noise. He gargled a dramatic cry as he rubbed the toy on the carpet floor. A full minute past before he abandoned the toy and reached his arms to collect plastic blocks.

Footsteps echoed outside of the playroom but David paid no attention. He stared intently at the bright blocks as he stacked them in a tower. The door open and in came a dark haired woman came in silently. The woman smiled gently as she watched her son played by himself. David didn't make any indication that he noticed that his mother, Clarissa, came.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing?" she asked quietly as she walked towards him; making sure he didn't step on any of the toys.

David smacked the tower of blocks and giggled in happiness. He clapped and cheered at his fallen blocks. Afterwards he picked the blocks stacked them once again. He still hadn't noticed that his mother was there.

Clarissa crouched down and looked at David in concern. "Gavin is not playing with you?" she asked once again, biting her lips. When David continued to play and ignore her she called out his name. David knocked down his tower and began to build it again. "David? Darling, look at me," she commanded him as she tried to get in his line of vision.

David finally removed his attention of his blocks and looked up at his mother. He gave her a brief smile until his eyes quickly darted away from his mother. Clarissa moved her head to stay in David's line of sight but David refused to look at her.

"David, look at me," she commanded again but with a stern tone. David disobeyed.

Clarissa stared hard at him before she stood up straight and walked towards the door. She left the door slightly open; still being able to see David from the other side. She sighed dishearteningly as she looked sadly at the auburn haired man who was leaning against the wall across the playroom.

"He's not listening to me, Benjamin," Clarissa whispered as she rubbed her arms, "He's doing so lately."

The man, Benjamin, nodded his head solemnly as he pushed himself off the wall. He moved closer to his wife and laid his hands on top of her shoulders. "…He's getting worse," he whispered back to her.

"B-But," Clarissa protested weakly, "He can't have it…Not our son…Not our baby boy!"

Benjamin remained silent as he heard the incoherent speech being produce by David. The stress lines in his face became more prominent; looking as if he aged an extra ten years. He wanted to deny it; that his son had autism. Both his and Clarissa's family never had a person in the autism spectrum. At least, not the he could recall. It must had been an ancestor of David; a repressed gene that was passed on to him. But why in God's name did it have to be him? Why him?!

Clarissa shook her head; her tears brimming in her eyes. "What are we going to do?" she asked helplessly; her voice shaking and lips trembling.

Benjamin let out a heavy sigh, but said nothing. There were no words. He didn't need words; Clarissa could read exactly what he was thinking by looking into his brown eyes. Clarissa let a few tears escape from her eyes and hugged her husband as she sobbed quietly. Benjamin held her tightly and ran his hand through her hair. They stood there for a long time in all the while David's squeals could be heard from inside the playroom.

The sounds of approaching footsteps alerted the couple and looked to the source of the sound. Soon eleven year old Gavin appeared in front of them.

"Father? Mother? What's wrong?" he asked as he looked curiously at his parents. He never seen his mother cry before and that he seen it; he didn't like it. It made him wanted to cry with her. Problem was; what was she crying about?

Clarissa wiped the stray tears from her face while Benjamin stepped away from her. "Nothing, son," he assured his eldest as he placed his arm on Gavin's shoulder. "Why don't you play with your brother?"

Gavin scrunched his nose in displeasure. "But he bites," he complained, "And he doesn't know how to play right." He really didn't like the part where David bites. None of his friends played like he does. It's like David won't listen to him! His family told him numerous times that he was still a baby. He guessed it was true, but at least David could stop biting him.

Benjamin smiled, but it didn't match his eyes. "Come now, Gavin. Your brother is harmless. Teach him to play right and maybe he'll play with you more," he explained in a semi-commanding tone.

Gavin gave an exasperated sigh and nodded his head, "Alright, alright."

Benjamin nodded his head in approval and walked back to his wife; ushering her to leave the area.

Gavin looked at his parents in confusion before he shrugged his shoulders. They've been upset by something, but they kept reassuring Gavin that it was nothing to worry about. After all, they are his parents. They were super smart and can do anything with technology. There was nothing to worry about. He marched his way into the playroom and his muffled voice resonated from the room. "David! That's my space ship!"

David's laughter boomed loudly.

A/N: Hello everyone! So I wanted to explain where I'm going with this. I run a David Archer RP blog on tumblr (mathematical-savant, in case you are curious) and I did these 30 days of writing prompts for him. I only did some because I never found the time to finish them. Since there is a disturbing lack of David Archer fics on here, I came to rectify it. These logs will not go in chronological order because of the different prompts. This is completely in my headcanon, but I wanted to dig deep into David and his life so I hope you don't mind. Let this be clear that David really affect me during Project Overlord. I never played a game where one of the minor characters had such an impact on the player like David. I fell in love with David and I wished that we would've learn more about him. I really want to do David justice, so I'll accept any criticism (constructive please) to further aid my development for David.

Like in every story of mine, please review and let me know how I'm doing. You can also check out my other stories if you want (you don't have to). I hope that you enjoyed it and you will be interested in more chapters.

Your humble servant,

PurpleViolin