A/N: This story was inspired by the song "Strangers Like Me" by Phil Collins. The song is originally from the movie "Tarzan", but I thought it could go well with Class of the Titans.

Disclaimer: As always I don't own COTT or the lyrics to "Strangers Like Me", the song belongs to Phil Collins.

However, I do own Richard and Rodna King, Duke, Brock, Heather, Lena and Maria.

This wasn't something he was new to. He had gone through the process of receiving a new baby sibling three times before this. It had gotten to the point where he just didn't care. It was the same thing over and over again. He had developed a list of what order the process went in:

1. Mommy finds out she's having baby
2. Everyone freaks out because they're happy for her
3. Everyone asks the big brother or sister if they're happy they're having a baby brother or sister.
4. People give Mommy gifts for the baby (the item the present is depending on if it's a boy or a girl)
5. The baby's born
6. Number two happens all over again
7. Mommy comes back from the hospital
8. The older brother or sister is placed on the back burner while the baby hogs all the attention
9. Older brother or sister has to keep his/herself from shoving the lousy runt in the mail box to send his/her brother/sister away
10. Mom and Dad get mad at older sibling for trying to get rid of baby

It was a pretty long list for a seven-year-old.

"Duke, we're going to see Mommy."

Duke sighed when he heard the sound of his two-year-old sister's voice. There were now five King siblings. Duke really didn't care what he got this time. He was seven, Brock was five, Heather was three, and Lena was two. Their father had told them that they had a new baby brother. Heather had whined that she didn't want another brother and asked if they could have a sister instead. Three-year-olds. Duke was surprised it wasn't Lena who had complained.

He got up from his small writing desk and stalked out of his room. His siblings and father were already by the door and were waiting for him.

"Come on, Sport, you want to see Mom and your new brother, don't you?" Mr. King asked.

Duke only shrugged. He wanted to see his mother, but he felt indifferent to see the "bundle of joy" his family had received. The family headed outside and down to the limo. The Kings were the richest family in town. Duke still didn't understand what his father did for a living. All he knew was it made his family rich.

Duke climbed into the back of the long, black car. Brock, Heather and Lena climbed in next to him and Mr. King climbed in last. He closed the door and told the driver they were ready. The limo pulled out of the driveway and headed out through the gate. Duke watched as the house faded from view. Step number five through ten was happening all over again.

Hospitals always smelt funny. They smelt like cleaning supplies, and the air was always stale. Brock wrinkled his nose at the funny smells. He would never get used to hospitals.

"Alright, kids, here's Mommy's room," Mr. King announced.

He led the four young children into the small room. Mrs. King was lying in bed with a strange plastic bed sitting beside her on a tray with wheels. Brock looked up into the plastic bed. A small baby lay inside. Mr. King helped his daughters up on to the bed so that they could give their mother a hug.

"How are my girls?"

"Good," Lena replied.

Heather peered down into the container.

"Why is he small?" she asked, pointing down at her new brother.

Mr. and Mrs. King glanced at each other. It had been an early delivery. A month early, to be exact. But, how to explain to a seven, five, three, and two-year-old that their baby brother had been born a month premature?

"Is he going to live?" Lena chimed innocently.

"Yes, sweety, he'll live," Mrs. King replied sweetly.

Duke looked down at the infant from his perch on the chair. Something looked funny about the baby, but he couldn't place it. Maybe it was because the infant was so tiny. It was a wonder he was alive. Duke sank down into the chair and heaved a dramatic sigh. He would have liked a sister more than a brother. Girls just seemed more fun to torment than boys. Maybe because girls gave more satisfying reactions when something gross and slimy crossed their path. It worked with Lena and Heather all the time. Of course, they were still only toddlers, but he had lots of time to perfect his tricks.

"When can we play with him, Mommy?" Lena asked.

"Not for a while, sweetheart," Mrs. King answered.

"How come?" Lena questioned.

"He's still very small. And, he won't be able to understand the games you want to play," her mother explained.

"Oh."

Lena looked back at her baby brother.

"What's his name?" Heather chimed.

Brock tilted his head to the side as he studied his brother's features.

"Have you seen pictures of that guy with the wacky heel?" he put in.

Everyone looked at him.

"Which guy with the wacky heel?" Heather asked.

"You know. Maria tells us about him at bedtime," Brock replied. "His name started with an 'A'."

"Achilles?" Duke asked dully.

"Yeah, him," Brock pointed out. "He kind of looks like Achil...Achille...uh...what was his name?"

"Can we just call him Archie?" Lena asked. "It's too much trouble to say the other guy's name."

"How about Alexander?" Heather suggested.

"I want Achilles," Brock protested.

"Archie sounds better," Lena put in.

"Duke, what do you think we should call the baby?" Mr. King asked.

Duke looked up at his father. It was the first time he had been asked to name a sibling. He turned back to the small infant in the plastic bed. He liked all three names.

"How many names is a baby allowed to have?" Duke asked himself.

He turned to his parents.

"How about all three?" he suggested.

Everyone looked at him.

"Is that allowed?" Heather asked.

"Which name do you think should come first?" Mrs. King asked Duke.

"Archie," Duke replied.

Lena smiled in satisfaction.

"And what comes after that?" Mr. King asked.

"Alexander," Duke answered.

Heather beamed with delight.

"And then it's Achilles," Duke finished. "Sorry, Brock."

"I don't care. As long as it's in his name somewhere," Brock explained.

"Archie Alexander Achilles King. Now that's a mouth full," Mr. King commented.

"How about we call him Triple A King?" Lena suggested.

Everyone laughed. Leave it to a two-year-old to come up with a nickname for a newborn. Duke watched as baby Archie began to wake up. He found himself smiling.

"So what if he looks different?"

You could never stay jealous of a newborn for very long. At least, you could never stay jealous while they were still in the hospital. It was completely different story when they're brought home.

"Guess you'll just have to grin and bear it," Duke told himself.

And that's it for this chapter. What do you think? Worth continuing?