I don't NORMALLY do this but since i REALLY am putting ALOT of effort into this fic... i felt REALLY happy to recieve some feedback on it

AND U KNOW THIS- yes. a big red rock eater XD. sad thing is, it REALLY is a joke my friend told me.. but he's one of those guys who makes ANY joke funny.and i for REAL laughed.

Thanks! I didnt want them to be carbon copies tho, which is why Deondre is a fun lover like Riley but isnt gangsta and why Laura is so serious but not a die hard revolutionary like Huey.

ShortCakezz- i updated as soon as i could! and i dunno if "cupid" is the right word XD idk what IS tho so... until then they can be cupids...rofl...

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"Man! This aint nevah gon' work!" Complained a very worried Riley as he tossed his brother an empty soup can from the counter. Huey caught it and inspected it carefully.

"And what would you rather do, Riley?" Huey asked him curiously, "Just give up?"

"Alls I'm sayin is this is how we fucked up the first time, member?" Riley asked, pointing to his head to make a point, "In case you fo'got- THIS is why we doin' all this shit again,"

"I know, I know," Huey was getting annoyed, "But this will fix it,"

"An if it don't?"

"Well... It's better than not tryin'," Huey pointed out, "You got any better ideas?"

"Man... she could kill us, though,"

"She's hurt, remember?" Huey asked, walking over to him and pulling the ski mask over his brother's face, "She can't catch you and Deondre will keep her from shooting. And if she does shoot you, I'll just go back and stop it,"

Tonight was the night of Deondre and Laura's first real mission together. According to the journal, Laura got cocky and ended up really hurting her ankle but since she's who she is, she was able to hide it from Deondre for...well... forever. The wound actually wound up being the cause of her death, which is why things got so messed up in the first place when Huey and Riley first came back to the past. But, we'll get to all that in a much more dramatic time.

Before Riley could reply, there was a jingling of keys at the door.

"Shit. They back,"

Huey flipped the light switch off and tucked himself behind the plant beside the door while Riley dashed into the bathroom, trying to keep himself as quiet as possible. The door flew open and Laura's voice was heard clear as day. Huey saw her make a pass at the light switch.

"Sure you can have a spot of wat-" She was cut off by her foot falling on a peculiar object that sent her rolling backwards and falling hard on Deondre's chest. He caught her, chuckling a bit at her expense.

"First day with the feet?"

"I...I Just tripped," She excused herself, she tried to push off of him but found it hurt. She whinced and hopped up on her good leg, trying to hide that she wasn't putting any pressure on the one that had been damaged.

To anyone who didn't already know this is what she was doing, would have fallen for her masquerade.

But Deondre, as we all know, was one step ahead of her. Almost literally.

"You're hurt..." He cocked his eyebrow and she pulled some hair from behind her ear.

"No I'm not,"

He gave her a disbelieving look, glaring deep into her eyes- searching for some hint of untruth. Amazing. She had the best poker face he had ever seen. At that moment he made a mental note to take her to vegas with him after they were married...hehe. Well, before she could call him on his silence and awkward stares, he hoisted her up.

"What are you- OI! Put me down!"

He had one arm tucked under her knees and the other one under back, carrying her bridal style. She started kicking and yelping up such a storm, it made a smile come to his lips.

"Put me down this very instant! You hear me!? This very instant!" She was fisty, he'd give her that, but it was like a kitten trying to man handle an elephant just decided to pick it up. It was just too cute to be annoyed with. One thing he noticed when she got angry was that her face would get almost red.

But hey, she didn't pull a gun on him, yet. But she hadn't stopped complaining, not even to take a breath.

He plopped down on her couch, having her sit beside him but her legs resting on his lap. She continued to kick and rant, but he kept her in place. He couldn't get her pants leg rolled up to see the wound, though.

"I swear if you don't release me this bloomin' instant I'm going to-" she stopped when she saw him turn his face verrrry slowly to her.

His eyes were hard and stern, narrowed at the center. His usual smile was curled into a forced frown. His whole face looked angular and tense, every muscle working.

"Get still," He said in a voice that made a chill run down her spine. He said in in a tone she never heard him use before. It was heavy but it didn't show a trace of annoyance... more like deep concern and dead seriousness. It was strange... she didn't process what he said, really, but it did render her immobile. She just stared up at him with big green eyes and a blush forming over her nose, "Now, let's see,"

"It was always the only way to get her to stop yellin' atcha. Make your serious face and use your man voice. She never could say no to that- even when we were littler,"

The blush deepened when she felt his hand on her foot. He pulled off her combat boots and socks. She gulped, she wasn't ticklish by nature, at all, but... the simple gesture was making her sweat a bit. He rolled up her pants leg, his eyes locking with hers, making her lip tremble a bit.

Damn it Laura! Get it together! She inwardly told herself, her eyes hardening to match his gaze, even though his was just wide and innocent.

His eyes lowered to look at her ankle. He hissed when he saw it.

"Ouch," He muttered, tsking a bit as he shook his head, "This is bad, Laura,"

"Not really," she lied, "It hardly hurts,"

"Right," He chuckled, reaching into his back pack to take out some bandages, ointment and gauze, "You know... The dean said you can't lie to your partner,"

"I'm not lying!"

"Just like you weren't lying about getting hurt?"

He had her there, she opened her mouth to speak but shut it tight and pierced her lips hard. She waited a moment until she noticed him squeeze some of the antibiotic stuff into his large hands, "What are you doing?"

"It's really late. You need your sleep," He told her simply, "We'll see a doctor tomorrow but tonight this needs some attention,"

"It's fine," She snapped, trying to yank her foot back, but was haulted by a strong hand falling on her upper shin.

"It's not. Now stop being such a brat and lemmie take care of this,"

Laura knew he was right, but hated being manhandled. She just couldn't stand it when a man forced her into something. Hell, she hated it when men were TALLER than her... which is why she hated being around him so much. He towered atleast two or three...hell...maybe even four feet over her own head, and she wasn't THAT short for a woman her age, either.

"Ow!" She hollered, whincing and grabbing her knee, afraid to get any closer to her ankle than that.

"I'm sorry," He admitted, "Rough hands,"

"It's... alright,"

She watched as he finished up, wrapping the last bit about her wound and smiling at her, "Atleast it wont get infected now,"

She nodded and watched him for a moment, it took Deondre by surprise, actually. For the first time, she was staring at him without some peeved off look on her face. Her eyes were glazed over with tiredness and curiosity all mingled together.

"I... should go," He confessed, moving to push her legs off but she placed her hand atop his, making his hand stay where it was on her expose shin.

"You could stay," She told him, "For awhile longer..."

"You..." Hot damn! Those kids weren't playing!

"You could stay... for the night, too,"

Deondre felt his heart in his chest start doing summersaults in his throat. Woah... waitaminute... knowing what he did now, do they only get married because she gets knocked up? How terrible would that be? Especially this soon in their careers...

but... but didn't Huey say they didn't get married for another two years? What happened? Was this supposed to work this way?

And were the boys still in the room? How sick would that be?

Two feather soft lips fell gently on his own and all thoughts of the future and the two boys were soon out the window. She felt... felt so good. He leaned forward, letting her kiss him further. His mind nearly exploded, however, when her hand reached up to touch his cheek in the same motion that he leaned in more so he was about to lay on top of her, minding her banged up ankle.

That's when it all ended. Because as soon as he had her all cozied up and under him, the bathroom door was thrown open and the two agents looked up to see a short little robber with a mask over his face and a large bag under his arm.

"Oh shit!" He exclaimed and made a dash for the window. He threw it open and jumped out, landing in the tree and climbing down.

"What the fuck!?" Laura shouted, she pushed Deondre off her and jumped up to reach for her gun that had fallen when she tripped, but she forgot about her ankle and wailed loudly in pain.

All of a sudden another one jumped up from behind the tree and threw the front door open and ran off. Laura made it to her gun and got out the door.

"Stop!" she shouted, firing once. The "robber" ducked but kept running, she fired two more times before Deondre grabbed her arm and pulled her in.

"Woah, cowgirl! Those... looked like kids,"

"Don't be stupid, Freeman! There's no way children could have made it inside the agency!" She barked, "Damn! They could be super spy midgets or... or cyborgs or even-"

"Just two really clever kids who were looking for a rush," Deondre countered, "Look, it's way too late for anything right now. We both had a really long night so I'm just gonna go back to my place. I'll... take a raincheck on that sleep over, though,"

She smiled sheepishly and blushed a bit, making Deondre laugh.

"I don't believe it! Joan of Arc cracked a smile," he exclaimed teasingly.

"Watch it, Freeman," She warned, punching him in the arm, "Just cos my ankle's busted don't mean I still can't use my trigger hand,"

Suddenly, she was pulled into a strong hold, his nose nestling next to hers and his forehead setting atop hers, "That's what I'm hoping for," He said, making his point obvious with two sharp movements of his eyebrows.

"Stop!" she told him, pushing him on the chest with both her hands and tucking her hair behind her ear, "I'll... see you at training tomorrow... crack of dawn,"

A sudden chaste kiss was placed on her cheek, "Can't wait," He said, his mouth still on her tender skin so his hot breath sent more shivers up her spine.

And with that, he spun on his heel and headed to his own apartment, feeling quite un-well. Worst feeling ever is when a lay goes bad... fuck.

I guess they had their reasons... but man does that suck He thought deeply, trying to get home a bit faster. He would later come to wish that he had paid better attention because he had jumped in the elevator and didn't notice Laura wobbling over down the hall, where that "thief" had gone.

Taking out a cotton swab she dabbed it into the small puddle of red liquid sitting on the nice carpet and walked back into her room, snagging her phone from the wall and dialing the number she had in memory. She waited for it and placed the phone against her ear as she waited for the rings to stop.

"Hello?"

"Marcy?"

"Laura? Do you know what time it is?"

"Afraid so." Laura admitted, "I have some blood for you to examine, you still run the data base of human files, right?"

"Yep. Every single person who's legally born in the US is in here, you got a crook?"

"Maybe," She dropped the q-tip dipped in the blood into a sandwich bag.

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"Hey boys! I think the plan is really worki-Oh My God! Huey!" Were Deondre's exact words as he walked into his apartment. Riely was knealing before a hardbreathing Huey who was sitting on the couch, his hand covering his shoulder, blood pooling from the cracks of his fingers, "Huey...! What happened?"

"She's... good," Huey hissed in pain.

Deondre dropped to his knees by him, looking at the hand covered wound carefully.

"Man! I told you it was a bad plan!"

"Look, they didn't have sex so that's all that matters!" Huey barked, "Or did you ENJOY having the world get destroyed?"

"All I know is we shoulda-!"

"Woah! Time out!" Deondre cleared the air, pushing both Riley and Huey back, afraid they'd start clobbering each other, "Okay, Riley, you back up, Huey, we need to clean this,"

Huey grimaced as he peeled his hand away from his shoulder, he had never been shot before, and this from his own mother. Deondre hissed and examined the cut from under the shirt sleeve- it had been torn and not pierced. He pulled the sleeve up carefully, so not to hurt the boy, but when he saw the damage, a small smile of relief fell on his face.

"Phew... Looks like it just grazed the skin a bit,"

"It hurts like hell,"

"well sure it does, you just got shot, stupid,"

Riley snickered.

"Shut up. You just mad cos I got shot before you," Huey pointed out. He watched as his brother's eyes widened in shock.

"aw man! You right! Man! That aint even fair!"

Deondre laughed a bit as Riley went around complaining and Huey taunted him, it was enough to keep the boy off the pain, obviously. The man took care of Huey, cleaning and wrapping up the wound.

"Good news is you won't need stitches- it's not that deep," Deondre informed him, "But you're gonna hafta calm down a bit no more running away from your future mother when she's sex deprived,"

"This is funny to you?" Huey asked him darkly, holding his newly bandaged arm, "All of this? This is all... just a joke?"

"No. I just... I was just trying to... ya know... lighten up,"

Huey rolled his eyes and looked off into the distance, disgusted by how his father could behave in light of the situation.

"Look, why don't we watch a movie, huh?" He offered, going over to the large case beside the TV, "I got... back to the future?"

"That's weak, nigga," Riley pouted, "You got scar face?"

"Yeah. Wanna watch it?"

"Yeah yeah!"

The three Freemans settled down on the couch, Deondre settling between them. He popped them popcorn, one bowl for him with tons of butter, and one for Riley, and one without any butter but light salt for Huey. Riley was sitting right next to Deondre, they would have been shoulder to shoulder if Deondre hadn't been so beastly taller than he was. But Huey had positioned himself on the edge, his back nearly facing his future father and both his arms resting on the one arm rest, his cheek propped up on one of his hands.

During the flick, however, Huey soon found himself just wanting a better view of the movie. This caused him to be sitting equal distance that Riley was to their future father.

And by the time the movie was over all three were dead asleep. Huey some how managed to be leaning against Deondre's knee, his arm propped up along side it. Riley nearly covered Deondre's other knee, both of his arms draped over, his head using them as a pillow.

Deondre woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, but not due to any problem, he was a chronic insomniac. But he grew very interested in the dozing boys on his knees.

He sighed and looked down at them. Hm. They were pretty cute when they weren't "saving the world". He smiled and ran his hand over Huey's head, something surprising him all of a sudden. The ten year old's eye brows weren't narrowed in an angry or frustrated fashion, for the first time. He looked... just like Laura.

"Damn... y'all really ARE our kids, huh?" He whispered.

Wait. What were the boys fighting about earlier? Something about keeping him and Laura from having sex or less the world be destroyed? How did THAT make any sense? There was so much he had no clue about...

The young man sighed, stroking Huey's large afro, a bit jealous of it's size. Huey stirred, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Mmmm...Dad...?"

Deondre's eyes widened, it was the first time Huey had addressed him as anything but Deondre.

"Y-yeah," It felt weird responding to that.

"...Hey..."

"Hey," Deondre smiled, "Uh... Huey, can I ask you something?"

"Mhmm," The still mostly asleep ten year old replied, nodding his head.

"Why did you have to keep your mom and me from...well... having sex?"

"Because she would have gotten pregnant..." Was Huey's shocking answer.

"With who?" Deondre was very puzzled, "You?"

"Uh-uh," Huey's head shook and he yawned, "With Tammy,"

"Tammy?"

"Me and Riley..." He paused to yawn, "Me and Riley went back in time to make sure you found out about Mom getting hurt today... so you could make sure it didn't get infected... so she wouldn't die after we were born,"

"O...kay,"

"But you two... got together too soon... and you made Tammy..." Huey was drifting more, almost not being able to be understood, "We... weren't supposed...to have a sister... she... she's evil...Which is why you can't sleep with her... until...later,"

"Evil? Evil how?"

Deondre's only response was the heavy, steady breathing from the small boy. He figured he shouldn't be keeping him up, anyway. Poor kid got shot by his own Momma. Deondre looked at Huey and then at Riley and then he sighed. He was totally stuck there. He didn't want to wake the kids... and secretly... he liked where he was.

But one thing bugged him...

Why wasn't he there... after Laura died?

And what happened to his own children... that made them so broken?

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WOO! doozey of a chapterrrrr

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