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It was one of the most peaceful mornings I've had in months Gilbert still asleep upstairs with Kuma, and downstairs a hot griddle ready for pancakes. By all means it should have been a quiet, relaxing morning.

And then the phone rings.

As american idiot shrieks to life I know it's alfred. God, he's so annoying sometimes, but I can't help but care for the idiot, my big strong little brother. I could only wonder why he'd be calling at this hour.

"Hello?"

"...Mattie?" His voice is ghostly and it sounds like a breathy cough "I... I need your help. Please, it's never been this bad…" he sounds so strained, god what's going on?!

"What's wrong!? No, never mind! Where are you?" r.

"I-I'm in Alaska." ...and RED FLAG, why in the name of maple is alfred in alaska?

"Y-your place?"

"…Mattie?"

"Yes?"

"Please hurry, we need help soon. I can't care for her like this."

I hang up the phone, mind racing. What's going on? Who's we? I barely remember to turn off the stove as I grab my keys and coat pancake batter left out on the counter. Al luckily only has one house in alaska maple help and mountie who even thinks about stopping this car. One hour later I maneuver the car into his snow-sided, curvy driveway and run to the house. Mind racing, I reach out to him, nothing, he must be blocking me. The front door is unlocked, never a good sign. As I make my way to the bedroom, I notice several baby things littering the floor – a purple rattle that's decorated with little giraffes and hippos, an empty bottle, a shredded open package of diapers that are scattered everywhere in a near halo around the empty bag . I stop just for a moment trying to discern the location of the bedroom and my mind starts racing. From a door on the left I hear a pathetic groan that makes me crumble. I open the door to the master bedroom and am greeted by an iconic superhero t-shirt marinating in red, tossed in a heap on the floor, and move my eyes up to the blood covered bedding, the liquid soaking in, staining the light blue dinosaur sheets that are wrapped around the now ruined mattress. Alfred F. Jones is haphazardly stretched across the bed, shirtless, he looks beaten and sickly, holding something wrapped in a clean blanket as if whatever is bundled up will jump up and run away. The 'Land of The Free and Home of The Brave' looks utterly defeated. The scent of blood still hangs fresh in the air I walk over slowly, shocked, with no clue what had happened. I find the gash in his right shoulder. Well that explains the blood... but what is he clutching like a lifeline? The thing in the blanket turns its sky-colored blue eyes to me, A baby, girl if I have to guess. Who is she? Where did she come from? Al finally notices me and, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking, says,

"Alexie, she's Alexie Aurora Jones." He introduces, voice quiet and shaky

" what the hell Al? Are you still bleeding?" he shrugs, and gestures to a bassinet in the corner. "Explanation now" I demand carefully taking the sleeping infant and depositing her in the bassinet. "No actually, to moose with that where's the first aid kit? Bathroom? Bathroom." After a moment of fiddling I find some gauze and tapu under the sink in the small attached bath. He turns to face me, every movement pained and slow, atempts to sit up only for me to push him back down against the pillow. "I'm bandaging this first then you're going to explain what the hell is going on here."

"Matt, not now. She needs to be taken care of first." he gestures to Alexie "I have diapers and formula in the next room over. Please be gentle. She's delicate."

"She's also asleep" I finish taping the gause down pleases to see the bleeding has mostly stopped. "And you haven't even told me who she is. Whats going on? And why are you blocking me?" I lightly jab his forehead only to recive a look of pain. "Alright fine, block me then but whatever this is you need to tell me if you don't show me"

It was at this point and time my illustrious world superpower twin decided to pass out from blood loss.