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Still ain't mine. Still the property of Haim Saban, Fox Kids, and Disney. Well, except Gragon and the Crangons. Those are mine.

Trent stared at Kira. She just gave him a "I'm waiting" look. The boy sighed.

"That's a whole, long story," he stated.

"I've got time," was her response. With another sigh, he led her to the overturned couch and they sat on the end.

"Well, it all started this afternoon after school," Trent began.

"Dad? Dad, you here?" Trent asked. "Hey, Dad! I'm home!" he called. He frowned, confused at the silence. "Hey, Dad! Are you home or what?" he called again.

"I'm surprised Anton Mercer lets his son get away with such disrespect," Elsa stated. Trent immediately took a stance of defense.

"What are you doing here, Elsa?" he demanded.

"Your father has something that belongs to my master," was her answer.

"Where's my father? What'd you do with him?" Trent demanded.

"Nothing-for now," Elsa responded. She let loose with a burst of energy from her sword. Trent took off.

"And I came here," Trent finished.

"Do you know where your father is now?" Kira questioned.

"No. He just-disappeared. And I have no idea where he is. I-I can't lose him, Kira! I-I mean-I already lost my real parents-" Trent trailed off frantically.

"It's okay. Trent, we'll figure something out," Kira assured.

"I just don't know what to do," Trent moaned. Kira scooted closer and put her arm around his shoulders comfortingly.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Sorry to do this guys, but I just saw the most morphinominal thing ever! My Community finally got entered in the C2 archive! Isn't that great?