Just a quick one. This will eventually link back in with the original story. But I need to get these little plot bunnies in there.

Enjoy. If you're actually reading!

Part 3:

Jake:-

"Welcome to my humble abode" I said grimly, wafting my hand through the air at my apartment to Trixie and Spud.

Everything was immaculate. I'd been diagnosed with OCD at the age of 7 and found that being in an apartment all alone with nothing to do left me with extreme time on my hands. So it left me with one thing,

Cleaning.

Yeah. Sad.

"So, you've got your own place." Spud said awkwardly, "Nice."

"Yeah." I said, and plopped down on the plush red couch and flicked on the TV, "Make yourself at home."

Trixie and Spud made themselves comfortable on the other red couch facing away from the front door and directly facing the floor to ceiling windows which stretched from the corner to the next wall with a single door set two doors set into it. I watched them carefully and awaited their questions,

"Are you gonna come back." Trixie asked,

"Nope." I sighed,

"Why not?" Spud asked, I avoided the question,

"Why aren't you coming back Jake?"

I sighed and looked out of the window, the sound of the world outside becoming the only sound I could hear.

"Guys. I need to tell you something." I admitted...

Haley:-

Opening the door and seeing Spud, Trixie and Miss Park standing there only meant one thing.

"You've found him?" I asked hopefully,

"Where's your mother Haley." Miss Park asked calmly, a folder full of paper under her arm.

I pointed to the lounge where mom sat with her head in her hands on the couch. Miss Park making a bee line for her,

"So where is he?" I asked Trixie and Spud,

"Can't say." They both said, avoiding eye contact,

"W-what?" I asked, confused. Why wouldn't they tell me?

"Sorry Haley. We really are." Spud said, not looking at me but sounding sincere,

"Tell me where my brother is!" I commanded, stamping my foot in frustration,

"Your mother will know Hale's" Trixie said, using one of Jake's more irritating nicknames.

"But-"

"Let's go." Miss Park said and the three of them exited the house, leaving me alone with mom. Still no dad. Still no Jake.

Jasmine:-

"We never should have gotten divorced." Greg sighed as we stood in the kitchen, the aftermath of our daughters argument was all to present,

"I hope you don't mean that in a selfish way Greg." I teased half heartedly.

My beautiful daughters. Hated each other.

As clear as my nose was on my face was their hatred for one another. And we were fooling oursleves to think they'd get any better.

They should have been raised together, but our petty arguments didn't allow it. Driving a wedge between the girls.

Sighing. I left the room and as I walked down the hall I heard giggling. I followed the sound and found a door slightly ajar. Carefully putting my ear to the door I heard it again. Giggling. The type when two girls were having fun.

Could it be.

"Seriously. Don't tell me he was big and blonde!" Lily said through her laughter,

"I'm not into trolls. Which kind of cuts down my options in this city." Rose replied in the exact same fashion.

The two girls laughed and I smiled, pulling my head away from the door. Glad to think,

'Maybe I was wrong...'

Susan:-

It was probably (as a parent) the worst thing to do. Giving my son up too another woman.

The adoption papers were given to me straight from the woman who intended to take my son away from me.

I knew deep down it would happen eventually. That she would return and demand I hand Jake over. But it was a nail in the coffin for me now. I'd raised him and watched him walk himself out of my life through grief and take his father with him.

I rued the day I ever met Sun Park.

John:

My family needed me. That's why I returned.

On the doorstep of my home, I entered and was immediately in a fierce hug from Haley,

"Daddy! You're home!"

"Course I am sweetie pie!" I choked, smiling at my daughter who clung to me like one would cling to a life ring and me to her.

"John?" A weak voice asked,

"Susan." I replied, looking to her and lifting Haley from the ground. Opening one arm and engulfing both of them in my arms.

We were together. My family.

Well... Not all of us...

Huntsgirl:-

"88! 89! Get up!" I said to the snoring heaps lying under a patchwork quilt of assorted pizza boxes.

"Huntsgirl?" 88 shrieked, and they both leaped to their feet. Their eyes narrowing behind their maroon masks as the pair of them stood tall in proud, in their striped underpants.

"What are you doing here?!" 89 sniffled, his abnormally long nose red and filled with snot,

"I'm getting the only two Huntsclan members alive to help me find out what happened to everyone else."

"You'd know what happened! We were betrayed!" 88 yelled, "Came out nowhere and took us all out!"

"Then how did you survive." I asked, cocking my head to the side,

"Erm, how did you?" 88 said embarrassedly,

"You renounced us. Didn't you?" I asked coldly, only those two would,

"Nooooo..." The already pale boy that was 89 getting paler under my scrutiny, "Come on! It was this or death."

"I'd have honestly chosen death." I snorted, "Now get up and get dressed. We have work to do..."