Ok, down to business:
Hi! I'm back to PRTF! First, a warning, if you're seeking angst or really 'adventurest' adventure, this fic is not the place, though I beg you to read it anyway... Very tame story, just a little fun fic of my favourite PR couple and their kids. (oop! did i let that slip?)
Second, I writing all this from a person's point of view, cos' I like it that way. Read to find out whose... muahahaha...
Timeline:
Year 2019. (hmm.. wonder what I'll be doing then... 'anyhoo...') I'm using the same features as 'Werewolf Unleashed' and 'A Tragic Turn' , Wes is a CSI and Jen homicide detective, Las Vegas PD. smirk. No CSI character reference though. Now, they've got two kids, with very uniqe names, not sure if one of them even exists! Oh well..
K, I talked too much, onward and downwards!
Chapter 1: Introduction to the Family
I ran to the left, then right, then left again. Something is here, something I've been looking for for the past three hours. Right here in this labyrinth of doom. I'm almost there... I turned to the left one more time...
There is one thing that can prevent me suceeding my precious mission, the 'Potion of Confusion'. I have to avoid running into it or else the consequences will be horrible. Just depending on my luck and will to live. I reached a junction. Left, or right?
Left...
No, right...
I'm running out of time...
Fine! Right!
Arrgh! I ran headfirst into the gigantic bottle filled with the dreaded 'Potion of Confusion' It's contents splashed all over me. I stopped, ok... how do I feel? Is it 55 or 75? Too late. I failed my quest... yet again...
"Aww, man... I can't do this!" I yelled out loud to the ceiling in frusration. After staring at the spinning fan for a few seconds, I brought my eyes back to the giant book of the subject from hell.
Algebra.
I took a deep steadying breath.. ok, you can do this... I let out the breath and read through the question again.
Ok, 55 cents plus what equaes what? Among how many customers? Huh?
I let out a deep groan and let my face fall into my left arm on the table, moaning softly while pounding my fist on the table.
What a joke, the school's number one science geek, Quenton Collins, is unable to solve the simplest algebra question...
Ok, forget simplest, how about, not a SINGLE one!
Sure, I'm pretty good at other subjects, 'nerdily' exceptional in Sciance, but not the damn Algebra! Yeah, they say those who are good in Science will be good in Math. I've always wondered who 'they' are.
After staring at the question for a few more seconds, I gave up, I can always ask mum or dad later.
I turned to my pther piece of homework, an English essay to be entitled, 'My Parents', to be handed in one Friday, four days from now.
Like describing their jobs were not enough, we had to find out all about how they met and stuff like that.
Sheesh, mom and dad are not about to share any details! They always say that they 'met at work'. I never believed them when they told me at the age of eight, now I'm 13, and I still don't believe them.
So secretive... nevermind, I'll try to sqeeze it out of them later. Now, I'll just write out their jobs and personalities and descriptions.
Mum always says that I ony need to look in the mirror to describe in exact detail what dad looks like. Dad says the same thing about mum and Ren, my 15-year-old sister.
That would be an understatement, Ren looks alot like mum, and they are really alike in personalities. Mom says dad and I resemble each other a lot too, does that mean mum and dad get into a lot of fights? Cos' Ren and I sure do!
Especially when Ren calls me 'munchkin', I'm short! So what? She's not exactly a beanstalk herself...
I usually call her 'dominatrix' in return. Mum seems to accuse dad whenever I say that. She thinks he taught me that word, I wonder why? I just made it up from the word 'dominant'.
Ok, enough thinking, get writing...
Um... dad's 6 feet tall, dirty-blond hair (though it's nearing gray now... guess crime does that to you...), long nose... blue-green eyes, and detests his full first name as much as me. Wesley Collins. No one ever calls him Wesley, ever.
That's about the only thing different about us, mine are hazel, mum's eyes. Dad works in the Las Vegas Crime Lab as a forensic scientist or CSI, Crime Scene Investigator.
That's the only field I ever considered working in when I graduate high school. Dad's science knowledge is another thing I inhired.
Now mum, Jennifer Scotts, prefers to be called Jen. 5"9, long dark brown hair, (also graying) and hazel eyes. She works in the Crime Lab too, only as a homicide detective, is that where mum and dad met? I intend to find out. Persistance... that's one thing I'm good at.
When I get in trouble, mum's the one that usually yells while dad makes sarcastic remarks. But dad's the more good-natured one, he always makes us all laugh. i do that too, another inheritance.
Suddenly, my writing was interrupted by mum's voice calling out,"Ren! Quent! Dinner!"
I put my pen down and yankedopen my room door, with my load of homework, I forgot how hungry I am.
Ren was already on her way downstairs. I raced down after her, the sweet smell of pasta lingured in the air. Mum is an expert chef on cooking pasta but dad strongly advices against sampling any cookies made by her.
He never elaborated that statement, though I interrogated him for a long time.
I finaly arrived in the dining room. Ren must be in the kitchen with mum.
Dad, however, is already seated at the dining table with glasses on and staring at his laptop.
"Hey, kiddo," he muttered.
"Hi, dad," I replied.
My voice must have sounded really troubled because dad turned off the laptop and cast a glance at me while removing his glasses, "Something bothering you, mate?"
I knew that dad had a British mother, but both Ren and I never met her. Just grampa, who's in Silver Hills.
I smiled a little and said,"Wow dad, I thought mum was the detective!"
"I trained him to be like one," said mum. She and Ren had just come out of the kitchen, holding plates of pasta.
Dad got up to help but I remained in my chair, the thought of my two uncompleted pieces of homework looming over like a dark cloud.
After setting down the plates, dad asked,"So?"
I muttered,"Nothing much, just I don't think I like algebra much,"
Ren let out a laugh,"You don't like it now? Wait til you're fifteen. You'll be whining your little munchkin butt all the way home when you see your first question!"
I scowled and stuck my tongue out at her. Ren rolled her eyes and muttered,"Midget..."
I repeated after her in an exagerrated high pitched voice, something I do a lot,"Midget..."
Ren scowled,"Mum, dad! Look what he's doing!"
I smiled and said,"Mum, dad! Look what he's doing!" I know I sound hilarious.
Mum sighed while dad said,"Ren, stop calling your brother munchkin, Quent, stop... talking like your sister,"
He said all this sternly, but I thought I caught a little amusement during dad's brief pause.
Mum said,"You guys ok staying in each other's company tonight? Or do you want Catherine to come over?"
Catherine used to be dad's colleague but she is retired now. Mum and dad work nightshift so Catherine would come over to babysit. Catherine never liked us calling her 'aunt',. she said it made her feel old, so it's always been just 'Catherine'.
She has a daughter named Lindsay who is 21 years old. She does come over sometimes but usually she's too busy studying in UNLV.
Ren said,"If Quenty here behaves, I can babysit, but I dunno... will you?" she asks me pointedly.
I scowled,"You'll set fire to the house in the middle of the night. That's all I know!"
"Ok, then, I won't call Catherine. Quenton, you can always ask your sister about the algebra questions, she'll help you. Right, Ren?" said mum, quickly intervening.
I groaned. Coaching from Ren? Yuck!
Ren sighed and nodded half-heartedly. Mum will probably threaten to do something to her if she doesn't help me.
I decided to bring up the subject about my essay,"Mum, dad, for English class, we need to write an essay about our parents. I'm supposed to write about how you guys m,et and stuff. Only, you guys never told me,"
As predicted, mum and dad exchanged glances before dad answered,"There really isn't anything interesting, buddy,"
Ren was also interested,"Well, just tell us!"
Dad said,"Um... we just met at work. A few dates and we married. That's all,"
Ren nodded. But I know that she, like me, suspect dad isn't telling the exact truth. Why? What so secretive that happened last time?
Like I said, I'm persistent and I never rested til I found ouyt an answer. Nevermind, one day...
TBC
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