A.N: I wanted really badly to write this chapter for you guys, before the whole 'new-show' marathon (lol, isn't it evil how Disney won't air any new shows for like two/three weeks, and then they jam-pack a whole bunch into one night?). Sorry that there's a whole bunch about 'Chad', I didn't realize how much there was until after! Enjoy anyway though, and please review!

Disclaimer: Review, review, review... oh wait, that's not what this is for ;P Anyway, I don't own Sonny... or your reviews :):):)

Sterling stared as the helicopter that had brought him to this... island flew away, leaving both him and Mr. Munroe alone on the small land - by small, he meant much smaller than even Costaluna. Fighting to keep from sighing dramatically, he glanced as Mr Munroe came to his side, pointing north and motioning Sterling to walk in front of him. Obediently, Sterling made his way forwards, down a small 'walkway', the borders made of bushes and trees. To his surprise, there was a metal door in front of them, and when Mr. Munroe stepped forwards, placing his thumb on a part of the wall, the door creaked open.

"Come inside, Prince." Mr. Munroe motioned, and he nervously stepped inside the dark, tiny 'box', unsure of how to react. He'd never even seen a contraption like this before now. It surprised him even more, therefore, when the doors closed and a large screen appeared opposite them, with a woman on it.

"Hello, Prince Sterling Maxwell Diroy." She greeted him, "Welcome to the headquarters of the Prince Protection Program, otherwise known as the PPP." She informed him, although the fact didn't really make him feel anymore secure.

"PPP? I've never heard of it." He responded slowly, still trying to take in everything that was happening. Just an hour ago, he'd been in a calm, peaceful, normal state, and everything was just a whirlwind.

"Nobody ever hears about us - until they need us, that is." The woman replied, smiling at him before turning her attention to Mr. Munroe. "Good work, Mr. Munroe." She praised, and Mr. Munroe nodded, muttering his thanks.

"How long am I staying here?" Sterling asked, glancing quietly at Mr. Munroe. The woman returned her attention to the young Prince standing beside Mr. Munroe.

"Until you are ready for stage four." She clarified, and Sterling wrinkled his nose in confusion, biting his lip.

"Stage four? Well, what is stage one?" That seemed like the sensible question to ask, and the woman smiled, chuckling, as she answered his question.

"Extraction," She cleared up, "That," She titled her head slightly sideways, creating a slight shrug, "Is what brought you here."

"Stage two?" Sterling asked again, feeling a little more confident and, hence, standing a little straighter as he waited for the strange woman with the thick accent to answer.

"Transition." She replied simply, and Sterling frowned, unsure of what she meant.

"Transition... what do you mean by transition?" He questioned, but the woman didn't outright answer his question. Instead, she chose to ignore it.

"Stage three," She continued instead, "Come inside, why don't you, so we can talk face to face?" The moment she finished, the doors to the 'box' opened, letting light flood in, and Sterling caught sight of a huge operation, with computers and hundreds of people. Hesitantly, he stepped forwards, into the 'place', and realized that Mr. Munroe was no longer at his side. He caught sight of the man nodding at the woman that had been on the screen, glancing towards Sterling before he continued to walk away. Somehow, without Mr. Munroe at his side, he felt more open and exposed.

He was jolted out of his thoughts as the woman walked over to him, a warm smile on her face.

"Welcome to our agency, Sterling. I am Miss Linda." She introduced, and Sterling hesitantly shook her hand before she turned and walked towards a bunch of large screens, all grouped together to form one mass of TVs. "The Prince Protection program is funded by the world's royal families. We are actively providing protection to over thirty one princes from all over the world, all of whom had been threatened in one way or another." She motioned towards the screen as a picture flashed on. "For example, this is Prince Phillis Royante Kildre." The film showed a young man, probably somewhere in South Africa, being fanned by some of his servants. "Last December, Mr. Munroe rescued him from a dictator threatening to take over his country. He is in a place where no one will find him."

With a smile, she turned back to the screen as it switched. Sterling's eyes widened as he took in the picture in front of him. It showed the same young Prince, only this time wrapped in a thick flannel blanket, huddling up to a small fire that was barely burning because of the packs of snow that was raining down around him.

"He's freezing!" Sterling exclaimed, horrified by what he'd just discovered. Miss Linda nodded, stepping around him.

"That may be so, but at least he's safe, and that is all that matters." She insisted, moving away. "Let's take a walk, shall we?"

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Sterling's eyes flickered from the two Princes that stood to both sides of him, noticing that one was dressed in royal designer clothes, and the other wore a flannel t-shirt, paired with jeans. He could hardly be taken as a Prince.

Miss Linda smiled at the two as she continued to lead Sterling over towards a small table, where she motioned for him to sit.

"Where are you going to send me?" He questioned hesitantly, the picture of Prince Phillis still fresh in his mind. He shuddered - there was no way he'd be in the other Prince's shoes, if he had any say in the matter.

"No where, for now. First," She smiled, her eyes gazing back towards the two princes, "You must go through stage three - transformation. First, we'll start with the hair, and then wardrobe, until you are unrecognizable as a Prince. Let's see," She circled him, taking in his dark brown hair that came about to his cheekbone. "I say, dye and making it just a little shorter will do the job." She instructed one of the other men, who currently was holding a pair of scissors.

"Stop!" Sterling shouted, staring in the mirror back at Miss Linda and her assistants. "I do not know any of you people, and I only trust Mr. Munroe. Let me speak to him." He demanded, watching as Miss Linda and the man exchanged glances.

"Very well then," She sighed, motioning for him to get up. "Let's go see Mr. Munroe."

*-*-*

Sterling paced impatiently back and forth in the small room, waiting for Mr. Munroe to appear.

A knock at the door told him that Mr. Munroe had arrived.

"Take me back to my country." He demanded bluntly, not waiting for Mr. Munroe to speak, and Mr. Munroe sighed, having already expected this from the prince.

"Prince, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can do that. General Horace has taken control of your country and assumed control of it's government. You've been brought here to be protected, hence, you need to let us do our job and protect you." Mr. Munroe replied, stepping forwards.

"But I must go back - what about my mother?" Sterling replied, not about to give in at the moment.

"I'm afraid that you can't go back. And your mother - she's being protected because you are here with us right now. As long as you're here in the Prince Protection Program, you both will be safe. If you leave, both you and your mother will be in harms way."

"And if I do return to Costaluna?" Sterling replied instead, trying to ignore Mr. Munroe's words.

"Then General Horace will make an example of you - by killing you both." Sterling sighed, his eyes flickering back and forth. "The bottom line is, if you care about Costaluna and your mother, no one can know who you really are." Finally, he caved. He had to admit that Mr. Munroe's argument did make a lot of sense.

"Fine. I will along with Miss Linda." He sighed in defeat, and Mr. Munroe smiled gladly before getting up and leaving.

Holding back another sigh, Sterling made his way back over to the table, glancing hestiantly at Miss Linda.

"You may proceed." He agreed, and Miss Linda shared a smile Mr. Munroe before they began Sterling's tranformation.

*-*-*

Sterling stared into the mirror once more before spinning around in the chair - he had to admit that he sort of liked his new look, and he didn't look all that much like a prince now. Miss Linda smiled at him, motioning again for him to stand.

"You will now be known as Chad Dylan Cooper, an average American teengaer." Chad Dylan Cooper, he liked it. It had a certain ring to it.

"What happens now?" He asked instead, still running the name through his head to make sure that he remembered it perfectly.

"Stage four: Relocation. To a place where General Horace will never think of looking for the Prince of Costaluna." She smiled mysteriously, and Sterling glanced uncomfortably back at Mr. Munroe, wondering what in the world she meant.

*-*-*

"Welcome, Chad, to Loisiana."

Sonny rest her head against the school's seat, sighing softly as it came to a stop. Her bus driver, Sandy, smiled, nodding towards the car that was parked in the driveway.

"Looks like somebody's home." She winked, and Sonny smiled at her happily as she grabbed her backpack, taking the bus steps two at a time, unable to wait to see her father again. With his job, (rescuing princesses and princes, but shh, don't tell anyone else, because it's a secret), he wasn't home often, and when he was, Sonny liked to spend every waking moment with him, because she knew that he'd be off again soon.

"Dad?" She shouted, and, getting no response, continued running towards the house, assuming that he was probably inside relaxing. At least this "mission" had been shorter than most - he'd only been gone for four days, instead of the usual week-two weeks span of time. Excitedly, Sonny jumped up the short step and flung open the glass door of the house.

Instead of being met by her father's open arms, as she'd expected, she caught sight of a boy's shocking blue eyes as she flung her backpack down on the couch.

"Hey." She greeted, the fact that a stranger was sitting in her house hitting her only a few seconds after. In surprise, she spun around, staring suspiciously at the boy, who was sitting perfectly straight, and now gave her an uncomfortable smile. "Who are you?" She asked in confusion, wondering if he was supposed to be here.

"Chad Dylan Cooper." Sonny frowned - who introduced themselves by their whole name?

"Chad Dylan Cooper..."

"Yes." He replied immediately, and Sonny took a step back, still unsure of how to treat this stranger.

"Great. Hold on just a sec." She sent him a smile as she once again raced out of the house, knowing that she'd find her dad out at the docks.

*-*-*

"Hey Dad." Sonny smiled, stopping as she reached her father. "Umm, I've just got a quick question, uh, yeah, what is 'Chad Dylan Cooper' doing sitting on our couch?" She asked, and Mr. Munroe sent a smile her way.

"Hey to you too, Pal. He's from the 'PPP'. He's going to be staying with us for a short time."

"So he'll be gone by Tuesday?" Sonny laughed at her own joke.

"Sweetheart, a little while. In the mean time, he's supposed to blend in like a normal kid." Mr. Munroe responded, grabbing a bucket from the dock as he began to make his way back towards the house. Sonny laughed, shaking her head.

"No, Dad, that's not going to happen. He's a Prince." Mr. Munroe turned to her, a knowing look on her face. Knowing already what that meant, Sonny groaned.

"Aww, come on, fine." She sighed, giving in. "Who do I say he is?" She asked instead, and Mr. Munroe smiled in her direction.

"Thanks, Pal. Cousin, by the way. Thanks a lot, Sonny."

"Ugh." Sonny moaned, rolling her eyes (although she wasn't really mad at her dad) as she made her way back towards the house.