Here's how this story is going to work: I'll take ideas that I couldn't incorporate into the story, most shorter than a thousand words, and write them out here. You can drop requests in a review if you want. My only rule is that the one-shots have to be cannon (is that the right word?) with the NJ trilogy. I won't do, say, a Nycole one-shot, because that was never a thing in my AU.

I have a few little things planned. Most will be happy, like funny stories about Kent and Susannah, and maybe a bit of Zaya fluff (sitting on the couch watching movies?) I'm so excited! (But I get excited about everything, so...yeah.)

Please R&R!

All Alone

Zane sat in the bunk room, fiddling listlessly with the pendants hanging from his neck. He could hear voices in other parts of the house, late night chatter from the mouths of those too excited to sleep.

It was the night of Jay's proposal, and everyone was in high spirits.

Correction. Almost everyone was in high spirits. Zane sighed and fell onto his back on the bed, head hitting the wall with a loud smack! He did not comprehend the pain in his head; his mind was too consumed by the agony in his heart.

He heard Nya's giggles from a distance, almost drawing tears to his eyes. The nostalgia was overwhelming. How long had it been since he'd heard her voice? Too long. Way too long.

I should start getting ready for bed, he thought tiredly. He sat upright, then began to count off all the things he needed to do in his head.

Step one: get onto his feet.

He planted his feet on the floor and slowly stood up.

Step two: change into pajamas.

He hobbled over to his one drawer. He had almost forgotten about the poverty that his family had been in at this stage in life. They each had a single drawer that held their pajamas, a change of street clothes, and a uniform. The more he thought about it, the more amazing it was that they had carved out new lives for themselves so easy after the death of Cryptor in the alternate timeline.

He slowly slid out of his clothing and wiggled into his pajamas.

Was it just his imagination, or was he a little wider now than he was in the future? More muscle, probably. Past Zane wasn't anorexic.

Step three: brush teeth.

After folding his dirty laundry and placing it in the basket, he opened the door and crossed the hallway. After a little bit of digging- he had forgotten which drawer held the personal hygiene supplies- he found his small stash in a corner of the middle drawer. A comb, toothbrush, razor, and deodorant. It wasn't much, he realized, but he had been content. It was all he ever really needed.

Step four: check to make sure the twins were sleeping, then fill a bottle with infant formula and-

No. That wasn't right.

Zane set his toothbrush neatly inside of the otherwise horrendously disorganized drawer, hands trembling. There were no twins. No Jordan.

He was alone.

Step four: run back into the bunk room then pretend to be asleep, head under the blankets so that no one could see the tears.

Yes. That's what he would do.

And so, with Nya's laughter ringing in his ears, he retreated to his empty bed.

Empty. That had not happened in so long. He had always had Nya with him and, in more recent months, his baby Jordan. There had always been someone to fondle, always someone to keep him company and share his body heat.

Zane stayed there, staring into his moist eyelids, until everyone else had settled down and gone to sleep.

Even though he was surrounded by his brothers, he felt entirely alone.

And that's the way it would stay.

Forever.

You like? I hope so. Please follow/favorite/review! I need your feedback and ideas. What did I not do in NJTWSIT2 that you realy wanted to see? Susannah has a nightmare, and Nya goes to comfort her? Potty training? GASP! Kai's proposal to Jenny? The possibilities are endless!