Revival

He did not want to see his father. The fact that he had been dragged halfway around the world for the sole purpose of babysitting the man for the FBI did not sit well with him, especially when taken into account the fact he had promising business propositions vying for his attention in the world's more exotic locations. The manner in which he had been dragged back to the States set his nerves on edge and, with the price still on his head, left him checking every backstreet corner for Big Eddie's thugs.

Thankfully the FBI chick with the gun gave him some sort of protection.

"One two, tie your shoe, three four, shut the door, five six, pick up sticks..." Walter's voice rose up from the lab where he was milking Gene. "Seven eight, don't be late, nine ten, start again! One two, tie your shoe..." The old man wasted no time in bonding with the rather vocal cow who at the very moment raised a moo in protest. "No, Gene, don't eat that! Don't eat that."

Peter couldn't help but smile.


A/N: Just wanted to start you all off with a bit of early Peter & Walter :) I hope you all enjoy. Today's reviewers will be serenaded with a children's song of their choice by Walter :)