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Prologue – An Eventful Beginning

It had been an interesting three weeks for The Chipmunks. After they had been rescued from Ian Hawke by Dave, everything had immediately changed. Dave had pulled The Chipmunks out of the world tour Ian had planned, and gotten them some good medicine and rest for their poor voices. It had now been three weeks and their voices had finally recovered. Dave had been relieved and Alvin, Simon and Theodore had just been glad they could talk and sing once again.

Ian had gotten lawyers and they had already gone to court twice over whose rights it was to take care of The Chipmunks. It had only been after Alvin, Simon and Theodore had spoken at the court that Dave had finally been recognized as their true caretaker. The Chipmunks weren't sure but they had a suspicion that Dave was unhappy being recognized as caretaker, and not 'Dad' like they had all been calling him since he had rescued them.

Immediately after that court date Dave had begun disappearing from the house when he thought they were asleep and working on something. Though they were unsure what it was, they hoped whatever happened would be as good as Dave seemed to think it would be. Dave had also begun going out on dates with Claire and was getting her help with building a new garage. Dave told them he was moving his music stuff to the garage and changing the old music room into something they would love.

Today everyone was doing something different. Dave was out finalizing some things that he knew The Chipmunk's would love, Theodore was out shopping for food with Claire, Alvin was cleaning the living room and Simon was in the attic looking through old boxes. Dave had tasked him with finding the box that contained all the old toy clothing he had collected as a child. He was going to use it to help him make them more clothing just in case they didn't want to just wear the hoodies he had made them.

Simon, Alvin and Theodore all agreed though that even after they got more clothing they would probably wear their hoodies the most often, because they had been the first things Dave had made for them and they loved them because of it.

Simon sighed as he jumped out of another box of old clothing, pushing his glasses up onto his nose he slowly looked around the old dusty attic. As he walked towards another box, Simon couldn't help but think of what an interesting adjustment living with Dave as a Dad had been for all of them. After so long of just being by themselves it was hard to understand that someone wanted to take care of them. And that was all Dave wanted. He treated them like his children and helped them when they needed it.

Simon opened another box and jumped in, pushing his way through the clothing and random junk and sighing when he didn't find what he needed. He jumped out of the box and onto the floor. Looking into the large broken mirror beside him, Simon examined himself, brushing a little dust off his fur as he did so. His blue eyes seemed to shine in the dark light of the attic, his large black round framed glasses kept falling down his face, and though he had already brushed it off, a thin layer of dust still coated his dark golden fur that covered his entire body except for his chest and face that was a lighter shade.

Simon couldn't help but think of why he had agreed to looking for the clothing in the attic.

He had wanted to do something as far away from Alvin as possible. Not that he didn't love his brother, it was actually the opposite. He found himself having a difficult time being around Alvin lately. He was always uncomfortable and felt awkward around him. A long time ago he had discovered that he was not as straight as his brothers… he definitely swung for the other side and neither of his brothers nor Dave knew. He knew it was wrong but he couldn't help but be attracted to Alvin, and it scared him. Something like that was so illegal that it wasn't even funny but he just couldn't help it. He truly and deeply loved his brother and knew that he would likely never love another.

So he tried to stay as far away from Alvin as physically possible so that his brother would not discover the truth, and as long as he maintained his fights and arguments with his brother, Alvin would never think anything was going on.

Simon shook his head to clear the thoughts from it and moved towards the next box, only to stop as a flash of blue light caught his attention. Walking over towards the light he stared down at the ground in surprise. Sitting innocently on the ground was a small blue crystal that shined with a strange inner light hanging from the end of a silver chain. Looking at it closely Simon easily identified it as a Cavansite crystal. They were very rare and hard to come across because they were man-made.

Bending down Simon picked up the crystal in his paw and his eyes widened as a massive feeling of... something… filled his body. An unknown instinct guiding him, Simon clutched the crystal tightly and after a few seconds the feeling faded. Looking around in confusion Simon just shook his head and placed the strange crystal in his hoodie pocket. He would look at it more later.

Turning, Simon opened another box and continued his quest for the toy clothing, unaware of the chain of events he had just set into motion.

High atop the mountains, within an abandoned temple, two bright silver eyes suddenly snapped open. He couldn't have just felt what he thought he had. All of the crystals except his had been destroyed. None were left that could give off the signature he had just felt wash over him.

An eerie black light slowly filled the room, emanating from a small black obsidian crystal hanging around the still clouded figure's neck. Sighing, the silver-eyed figure climbed to his feet and started walking out of the room and down a large spiral staircase.

"They will come for him and those with him. Though I have hunted them nothing can truly destroy them… I can only hope I arrive before they murder everyone he holds dear or at least before they murder him," said the figure before vanishing in a tornado of strange black light.

Alvin examined his brown eyes in the shinning surface of the plate he was holding in front of him. He had washed it so well his dark golden fur and lighter face fur showed clearly in his reflection. Placing the cleaned plate on top of the others Alvin pulled his hoodie down a little trying to ignore the itching feeling in his fur. Sighing Alvin moved to continue cleaning.

It was always like this. Whenever he was away from Simon he would begin to itch and feel anxious, than start to panic. And it would only get worse the longer he was away form him. Something in Simon's wonderful scent kept him calm, but it wasn't like he could just tell Simon to stay with him. The last thing he needed was Simon finding out he was gay. That would just be another thing for his perfectly straight brother to argue with him about.

Shaking his head to clear it Alvin grabbed a dishcloth and scrubbed a small stain out of the floor. Throwing the now dirty cloth into the hamper Alvin moved to head into the living room when a strange feeling suddenly filled him to his very soul. Alvin fell to his knees and let out a scream of pain as he felt his shoulder rip open and blood begin pouring down his arm staining his fur red. The last thing Alvin saw before he passed out was a blue blur sliding to a stop in front of him and a voice shouting his name.

Seconds Earlier

Simon had finally found the box with clothing in it and was currently pushing it towards the attic stairs with all his might. It would have been helpful to go get Alvin to help him but he wasn't sure having Alvin up in the small dusty attic with just him was a good idea. Pushing the box a little more Simon sighed and slid down the edge of the box onto his butt. Wiping a bit of sweat off his furry forehead Simon took a couple of deep breaths.

"AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Simon jumped to his feet and whipped his head around towards the attic stairs. That was Alvin's voice that was screaming. Dropping to all fours knowing he would be faster that way Simon scurried across the floor and down the stairs jumping across half of them. As he neared the location of Alvin's scream he pushed himself to his feet and slid to a stop right in front of a slowly slipping into unconsciousness Alvin, who was limply clutching his bleeding shoulder.

"Alvin! Don't fall asleep!" shouted Simon, worry filling his voice.

But it was too late, Alvin had already passed out. A coarse string of swearwords broke from Simon's mouth as he moved Alvin's hand aside and pushed both of his hands down hard on the large cut running through Alvin's shoulder. Seeing that the force of his hands wasn't doing much Simon let go and grabbed the bottom of his hoodie with his blood stained hands. In a surprising feat of strength, Simon ripped his hoodie apart, instantly creating a large string of blue cloth.

Simon quickly wrapped it around the wound and tied it off as tightly as he could. It would be able to apply more force than he could but it wouldn't last long. Climbing onto the counter Simon kicked the phone off its base and quickly dialed 911. The call was picked up immediately and a voice answered. In his worry for his brother Simon was unable to stop himself from speaking far to quickly, his words seemed to string together and he sounded nothing like he should have.

But thankfully the emergency responder on the other end was able to make out a few keywords, "Simon Seville...my brother Alvin...shoulder...tied a cloth...bleeding...help," that was obviously enough information for her and she immediately dispatched an ambulance to the call location.

...

After a few minutes of talking she was able to get Simon to calm down enough to talk to properly, and he quickly explained what he had done and what was happening. Dispatch watched her screen as she calmly instructed Simon on what to do. She was having a hard time though as her worry for the young chipmunk star Alvin almost stopping her from performing her duty.

A few minutes later the door burst open and two first response ambulance personnel ran into the house. Simon quickly got their attention and they rushed over to him. Their eyes widened as they realized exactly who they had been sent to help, but they quickly pushed their shock aside though and one of them scooped Alvin into his arms and rushed him to the ambulance, his years of practice immediately seeing the danger in the wound.

The other young man bent down to try and get closer to Simon's level. Touching Simon gently on the shoulder the man asked him if he needed to call anyone. Simon was able to push aside his panic for a few seconds and tell him Dave and then Claire's phone numbers. The young man nodded and quickly called them on his cell phone. A few minutes later he hung up and told Simon that they were on their way to the hospital and were going to meet them there. Simon nodded and jumped onto the man's outstretched hand, every part of his mind wondering...was Alvin going to be okay?

2 Hours Later

Dave, Claire, Simon and Theodore were sitting around a hospital bed in one of the after procedure rooms, Alvin was currently lying asleep on the large bed. The wound had needed to be sewn shut and so they had been required to put Alvin under while they did it. They had also had to shave the fur around the cut and now Alvin had a nice bald spot around the sewn wound on his shoulder.

Claire and Theodore, who had gone back to the house while Alvin was in surgery to put the grocery's away, had searched for what could have caused the wound, but they hadn't been able to find anything near where Alvin had been injured. It was almost as if the gash has just opened by itself. They had never been so confused before and even the medical personnel had been unable to determine what had caused the injury.

Simon jumped off Dave's shoulder and landed on the bed. Climbing up onto the pillow, he sat down above Alvin's sleeping face. He was so worried and all he wanted to do was hold Alvin until he woke up, but he had to restrain himself so no one would find out his secret. Plus Alvin would probably freak out if he woke up in his arms.

The door was pushed open and an elderly male doctor walked into the room, a clipboard held in his hands. He looked up at Dave and smiled reassuringly.

"Alvin is going to be fine. We cleaned and closed the wound so it should be fully healed in a couple of days. All he needs is to rest. You can take him home with you today… I've already discharged him."

"Thank you Doctor," said Dave, letting out a sigh of relief.

With that Dave gathered the still fast asleep Alvin in his arms and made his way out of the hospital and back home so his son could get some much needed rest.

Alvin leaned back and shifted slightly so his tail was hanging on the other side of the roof tile he was sitting on. Looking up into the sky, Alvin thought about everything that had changed since their tree had been cut down. It had all been so surreal to him. If asked months ago what he thought his life would be like, he would never have answered anything close to this.

He was part of a family, and though he had always had his brothers, there was something different being family with them and Dave. Dave hadn't stopped worrying about him the last few days since they got back from the hospital. He point blank refused to let Alvin out of his sight and didn't make him do anything except eat and rest. At first it had been awesome but now it was starting to get on his nerves. He even had to sneak out at night just to look at the stars.

Absently rubbing his shoulder Alvin wondered what exactly had happened to him. His fur was already growing back and the wound was barely visible, but he still couldn't shake the feeling that something bad had caused the wound even though they had never found anything.

Hearing the clicking of thin nails against the roof tiles Alvin turned and looked behind him. Theodore was walking towards him with an upset look on his face. Once Theodore had sat down beside him, Alvin looked him in the eyes and keeping his expression neutral asked, "What's wrong Theo?"

"It's Dave, he's been acting strange lately and it's worrying me. What if he's decided he doesn't want us anymore?" questioned Theodore, the panic and worry in his voice cutting Alvin deeply.

Alvin pulled Theodore into a hug and patted him gently on the back before pushing him back and looking him directly in the eyes, "Theo, don't ever think that. Dave does love us and he does want us. Never doubt that."

Theodore nodded and a little of the worry and uneasiness disappeared from his eyes. Climbing to his feet, Alvin left Theodore alone on the roof and headed back down into the living room. He was surprised to find Dave sitting alone on the couch with a bundle of papers held tightly in his hands, and if Alvin understood the look on Dave's face he was worried about something.

Alvin climbed up onto the table and was surprised when Dave didn't even look up, "Hey Dave, you okay?" Alvin questioned.

Hearing Alvin's voice, Dave snapped out of the daze he was in almost instantly. He quickly put the papers face down on the couch beside him and cleared his throat with a quick small coff. "I have something to tell you and your brothers. Could you go get them for me," he said with a small smile.

Alvin nodded and jumped off the table. Running up to the roof Alvin caught Theodore's attention and told him to head down to the living room. Theodore nodded in understanding and stood to his feet. Alvin immediately left to go in search of Simon. Simon had been avoiding him a lot lately and Alvin was worried that Simon had figured out that he was gay and that he liked him.

Pushing a box out of the way, Alvin climbed onto the attic floor, quickly scanning the room for Simon. He wondered if he was even up here. Just as he turned to leave though, Simon jumped out of a box with a triumphant expression on his face. It was obvious to Alvin that Simon had found whatever he had been tasked with looking for. Immediately the faint itching and anxious feeling began to leave Alvin as Simon's scent filled his senses he pretty much instantly felt better.

"Simon, Dave wants us in the living room," Alvin said, quietly trying to ignore the warm feeling slowly flooding through his body.

Simon spun around with a strange pained expression on his face as he heard Alvin's voice. Quickly centring himself, Simon tried to push off the heat slowly spreading through his body.

"Okay, lets go," he said quickly before practically throwing himself down the ladder.

Alvin's face lost it's happy expression as the itching feeling filled him again and the warmth left his body. He didn't understand why Simon was acting so weird around him. A thought immediately filled Alvin's head… what if Simon had really found out he was gay and was sickened by it? Tears filled Alvin's eyes but he quickly wiped them away.

It would do no good to cry over someone he could never have...