Hello again! As a warning, this will become much darker...

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Cassie's POV

I guess I should probably mention what's happened to me since the examination six months ago. I gave birth to my twins, Claire Serenity Anelle Flynn and Wesley Kevin Samuel Flynn at seven months, so three months ago. Claire… She's so much like Tron it hurts. She looks almost exactly like him, same face, except she has my hair. My unruly, brown-blonde hair. Wes though… He's like a mini me. He has all of my features, with his father's dark hair.

One weird thing about the twins though… They, for some reason, have like, accelerated growth. Now, at about three months old, they're the equivalent of teenagers. And we all love that stage of life. Claire is pretty good about everything, so she's not a problem. But Wes…

He's been a handful. Claire knew everything about what I went through, from overhearing me and Rinzler one night. She then told Wes, who since then… He's just been really moody, and it hurts me to see him like this.

I just don't know when this'll all just end.

Claire's POV

Mom was stressed. I could see it in the way she moved, the way she talked. I didn't know why, but I just knew she was upset. One day, I saw her sitting alone on the couch. Dad had taken Wes with him that day. I sat next to her.

"Mom? Are you okay?" I pushed my hair behind my ear.

"What? Oh. Yes, I am, Claire. I'm fine." She got up, heading over to the mini bar. Pouring herself a drink, she downed it in a few seconds.

"Mom. I haven't seen you drink in weeks." My voice shook.

"Don't worry kiddo. I just need something to steady me right now." She sighed, sitting on a chair by the bar. "I just… I don't know." She looked dejected. "I'm wondering if my brother even cares, you know?"

I nodded quietly, hopping up onto a stool next to her. "I know, Mom. But they WILL come back for you."

"Us, Claire. Us. And we'll get your father back." Her eyes focused on something I couldn't see. "I promise."

I put my hand over hers and leaned my head on her shoulder. "I know, Mom. I know."

Wesley's POV

"I'm fine, Dad. Really." I sat, my feet dangling over the edge of the cliff. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing, Wes." Dad sat down next to me. He sighed. "You are just like your mother," he muttered.

I snickered. "Is that a bad thing?"

"No, not really. It's just interesting to me sometimes, kid." He smiled weakly. "Well, if you say it's nothing…" He got up.

"It's what Claire told me!" I blurted it out. Dad sat back down.

"I figured. Talk." He sighed.

"It's just… Don't you love Mom?" I frowned at Dad. He nodded.

"Very much so, Wes."

"Then why did you keep her here? Why aren't you letting your original programming show? Why aren't you helping her get out?" The questions flew out of me like water. "Do you even care?"

Dad glared at me. "Did you seriously just ask if I even cared?" He growled. "I care more than you think, kid."

"That too. You always call me and Claire 'kid' too." I frowned.

"Let me finish talking, Wes." He sighed. "First question, I didn't want to. Clu's orders. Second question, same answer as the first. Third question, I can't do much."

"What do you mean, you can't do much?" I frowned again.

"The portal's closed, Wes." He pointed off in the distance.

"All I see is darkness."

"Exactly." Dad focused on something in the distance. "It's been closed since the day I pulled your mother out of it."

I nodded silently. "I get it."

Dad put an arm around me. "Wes, I love you, you know that, right?"

"Love you too, Dad." I sighed. "I'm worried about Mom though."

"And why is that?" Dad frowned worriedly.

"She's been, well, drinking a lot." I looked away.

"I noticed. She says it's nothing major."

"She always says that."

Yes, this is more of a chapter establishing relationships...

Claire: IN SHORT! I get along better with Dad than I do Mom.

Cassie: *face desk*

Wes: Aw, Mom, it's okay. It's the opposite for me.

Rinzler: *face desk*

Me: *face desk* Review, please?