1SC: Okay, I don't know how well this is gonna go over with people, but this is my first attempt at a Psychonauts fic. I must really have a thing for kid stories, 'cause first I did Child of a Shinobi and now this. Oh well, whatever. Puck, get over here and do your job!

Puck: SpontaneousCombustion does not own Psychonauts or any of its characters.

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Chapter One

Proposal

Raz was sitting in Sasha's lab, trying to help the older Psychonaut. Help with what, you ask? Well, for one thing, regain his nerve. Yes, Sasha Nein, one of the greatest agents and Razputin's idol, was nervous. "Sasha, if you don't stop pacing I'm just going to telepathically call Milla over here and make you ask her."

Sasha glared at Raz from behind his sunglasses. "Things like this require patience, Razputin."

Raz was twenty now, out of High School, and engaged to Lili Zanotto. Yep, first thing he'd done once both of them graduated was buy a ring, get down on one knee, and ask her to marry him. The answer had been an immediate 'yes!', and the wedding was in three months.

But right now, his love life wasn't the issue. Sasha's was.

Yes, after working with her for years, Sasha Nein was finally going to propose to Milla Vodello, the Mental Minx. If he could actually get up the courage to do it. Finally, Raz got fed up and did the one thing he could to help his friend and mentor. Gave him a helpful nudge towards the staircase. And by 'helpful nudge', I mean a Psi-blast in the butt.

Sasha turned around and glared at him from behind his sunglasses. "Why did I ever teach you that skill?"

Raz grinned. "Because if you hadn't, I wouldn't have been able to save the entirety of Whispering Rock, and you could never ask Milla-"

"Ask me what, darling?" Milla said, floating down the staircase. "I hope you don't mind, Sasha, but Raz told me to come over. He said it was important."

Sasha glared at Raz once again, who just grinned. "See you later." He ran up the stairs before Agent Nein formulated a plan to get his revenge.

Milla turned to Sasha. "What was wrong with him?"

"Nothing." 'Yet.' "Milla, I've been meaning to ask you this for a while, but..."

"Yes darling?"

Sasha took a deep breath. Since when did he get nervous! He was going to have to deal with that emotion later, and tuck it away in his cube. Deep in his cube. He summoned up whatever courage he could and bent down on one knee, pulling a small velvet box out of his pocket. "Milla, will you marry me?"

Milla was at a loss for words. Trust me, that is a very rare sight, which was why Raz was still sitting at the top of the staircase, listening. He was surprised that neither of his senior agents had noticed yet.

Sasha could feel his nervousness building. He was really going to have to keep this emotion in check later. That is, if his brain didn't explode or his heart didn't break through his ribs first. The next thing he knew, Milla had her arms around his neck and was kissing him. Fireworks were going off in his head, and suddenly, Sasha didn't give a flying shit whether or not his mind was in order. To hell with his cube!

And from his spot on top of the staircase, Raz let out a held in sigh. It was about time!

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"Sasha, do I have to Psi-blast you in the butt again?" Raz asked. Yes, Sasha was pacing again. Though this time, it was because he was nervous about his wedding, not asking Milla to marry him. "Or should I set your shoes on fire to hold off the cold feet?"

"Funny, Razputin."

"I was serious." Raz muttered. His hair had grown out so that it was in his eyes if he wasn't careful, which he was being right now, for Sasha's sake. He was also now an inch shorter than the older agent, instead of the almost two-and-a-half feet he had been when he was ten.

Sasha, on the other hand, looked almost the same as he always had, except his skin wasn't the sickly shade of green it was. It actually had color to it, even if it still looked like he was almost a corpse. And, his sunglasses were missing, letting everyone finally find out that Sasha actually had eyes, which happened to be a mysterious shade of aqua.

Lili peeked her head into the room. "Sasha, stop pacing, you look fine." Lili had cut her hair short a few years back and decided she liked it so much, she kept it like that, so now it came down to the nape of her neck instead of its usual pigtails. Although she still looked like she still used too much eyeliner on her lower lids, she had filled out quite, scratch that, REALLY well, and had a lot of admirers. Who, if they even thought about making a move on her, would have their asses handed to them by Raz. "Anyway, I was just coming to check on things. We're having trouble keeping Milla away from the ceiling. Just didn't want Sasha blowing up the room. Or setting anything ablaze."

"Well, he's obviously not. Go take care of Milla." Raz gave her a quick kiss on the lips before she left, leaving Raz staring through the door after her.

Sasha laughed. Yes, he had rediscovered that ability once he was engaged to Milla. How could he not? Milla was NEVER unhappy, and just being around her made anyone smile. Even the most emotionless (a/n: I'm looking at you, Sasha.)

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Sasha was standing at the alter, trying very, very hard not to pass out or something. Truman Zanotto, who was preforming the ceremony, patted him on the shoulder. "Calm down, Sasha. Raz wasn't even this nervous, and I was doing this for he and Lili, too."

Sasha managed a weak grin. "Yes sir." Everyone turned towards the door as the music began playing. The doors opened, and Milla walked in on the arm of her father. Sasha stared.

Milla looked radiant in her dress, which was, surprisingly, pure white, and she seemed to have a glowing aura around her. When she reached the alter, she gave her father a kiss on the cheek and he sat down. Both turned to Truman, who smiled at them both, and started the ceremony. "Friends, family, fellow Psychonauts, we are gathered here today to join this couple in matrimony. We all know it took them long enough." There was a titter of laughter as Sasha and Milla blushed.

(Blah, blah, blah... long boring parts...)

"Do you, Sasha Nein, take Milla Vodello to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"

Sasha smiled at Milla. "I do."

"And do you, Milla Vodello, take Sasha Nein to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as you both shall live?"

Milla's ever present smile widened. "I do."

Truman Zanotto nodded respectfully. "Then I now pronounce you as husband and wife." He turned to Sasha. "You may kiss the bride."

And, in front of friends and family, well, friends and co-workers, anyway, Sasha and Milla kissed each other deeply and passionately as the room broke into a loud cheer.

-15 years later...-

Milla looked up from the coffee pot as Sasha walked up behind her and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Morning darling."

"Morning. Are they up yet?"

"Daddy!"

Milla smiled. "Does that answer your question?"

Sasha turned around and hugged his daughter. Yep, Sasha's a dad. "Hello Sarah."

Sarah Nein had dark brown hair to the middle of her back and tan skin like her mother, but had Sasha's dark aqua eyes. Long dangly earrings, the kind her mother wore, dangled from her ears, reflecting the light from the window and ceiling. At fourteen, she was tall and slim, but already a powerful psychic. How could she not be, with her parents being two of the most renowned psychics in the world.

Milla turned around, two cups of coffee in her hands. "Where's your brother darling?"

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Probably still in his room."

Sasha stood. "Alphonse?"

"Coming dad." Alphonse levitated down the stairs and into the kitchen. He was pale like his father, though nowhere near as pale as his father, with messy black hair that hung to his shoulders. Piercing aqua eyes like his twin's peered out from under his bangs, and there was a silver stud in his right earlobe.

Sasha ruffled his hair, making it messier. "You should be dressed by now."

"But I'm not."

"Obviously. Both of you, go upstairs, get dressed, and make sure you're packed. We're leaving in an hour, and not coming back to the house for anything you forget."

"Got it daddy." Sarah said, bouncing up the staircase.

"Be back in three minutes." Alphonse muttered. Unlike his sister, he was most definantly NOT a morning person.

Milla handed a mug of coffee to Sasha. "It'll be nice to get back to Whispering Rock, won't it darling?"

Sasha smiled behind his cup. "Yes. Did you hear Raz and Lili are going to be counselors too?"

"I did. It will be so nice to have some help around, since Morry..." Milla trailed off. Since the little... incident, Coach Oleander hadn't been himself. Who could blame him, he did go temporarily insane and try to steal everyone's brains. (Hey, that rhymed!) But he still ran the Basic Braining course, and the incident was almost forgotten. Almost.

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Raz walked through the door, only to hear a loud, "Gotcha!"

He grabbed the flying body with telekinesis. "It's a lot easier to sneak up on someone if you don't yell 'gotcha' as soon as you see them, Kisa."

She giggled. "Yeah, I know."

Lili walked into the room. "Raz, put Kisa down."

"We're just playing mom!" She whined as Raz set her down on the couch.

"Yeah, we're just playing mom." Raz grinned. Lili shook her head.

"Kisa, honey, go get dressed. We're leaving in four minutes."

Kisa groaned and got up. "Fine, I'm going. I've only been packing for the last hour."

Raz laughed. "Well maybe if you'd clean you're room more often and wouldn't wait until the last minute..."

"Yeah, like you're one to talk, dad." She said, walking back to her room.

She glanced in the mirror before slipping out of her pajamas. Kisa was thirteen, with waist length dark red hair and bright green eyes, her ears were pierced twice on bottom on the left and right, and a silver stud through the top of the right. She was skinny, seeing as her dad put her through the same acrobatics training he went through when he was younger, which was three hours a day, six days a week. Her psychic powers were still developing, but she could use all the basic skills; pyrokinesis, PSI blasting, levitation, not to mention her father's PSI punch and palm bomb. Her others skills needed some work, though. But hey, that's why she was going to Whispering Rock in the first place. To work on those skills. And become a Psychonaut like her parents.

"Kisa, hurry up or you're going to be late for the introductory ceremony!" Lili called up the stairs.

"Hold on mom!" She yelled back. She slipped a black t-shirt on along with dark violet jeans, combat boots, her mom's old gloves, and, last but certainly not least, her dad's goggles around her neck. They didn't fit him anymore, but he couldn't throw them out, too many memories attached, so he gave them to her.

"We're going to leave without you! Five, four, three..."

She grabbed her suitcase. "I'm coming!" She ran out of her room, slamming the door behind her.

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SC: Well, that's chapter 1 for you. Hey, does anyone know if Raz has a last name? Or can someone think of a good one, 'cause I sure as heck can't. Read and Review, peeps. B.T.W, Sasha and Milla are both around 32, 34-ish when they get married, and 47, 49-ish when they're heading off to WR with Alphonse and Sarah. Lili and Raz are 21 when Sasha and Milla get married, and 35 when they go back to WR with Kisa.

Later losers (not really, I love you guys. I'll love you more if you review, though.)

SpontaneousCombustion