See? Told'ja!
Vesailus Med Bay
Cassandra had been perched on the rail in front of Miguel's GINN when a cart had gone by and pushed her off the rail. She had flipped upside down and was twisting around for landing when she bounced off a GINN sword. Her heart promptly stopped and she fell to the ground in a heap.
"And they lived- OW!" Rusty yelped. He looked down at his arm. Blood bubbled around a capped ballpoint pen stuck near his elbow. "Cassandra!" he scolded and yanked the pen out, "How many times do I have to tell you not to jab sharp objects into people?"
"You have never told me that," she signed.
"So maybe I haven't, but I still don't like pens in my arms," Rusty replied. Cassandra's bronze eyes were wide.
"Then you should have shut up when I asked you the first forty three times!"
"I was trying to be nice!"
"Then you should have been reading a physics textbook in your head!"
"I hate physics."
"So do I." she signed. Rusty got up and tucked the blanket tighter around her chin.
"Be good, don't kill the doctors, good night," he ordered and kissed her forehead.
"It was not my fault my heart stopped."
"Technically it was."
"I was pushed. I am not supossed to land like that."
"I highly doubt five year olds are magnetic and get drawn towards oversized swords," Rusty straightened and pushed off out the door. "Don't kill anyone!" he called.
Flashback
"You really don't want anything to do with her do you?" Rusty asked.
"I-," Yzak opened his mouth, trying to come up with something plausible.
"I never passed my parenting class," Rusty confessed.
"What has that got to do with Cassandra?" Yzak asked.
"My teacher said that if I got all positive reviews from the parents of kids I babysat, I could pass, so I would like to babysit Cassandra for you," Rusty explained.
"Are you pulling my leg?" Yzak squeaked. Rusty shook his head. "Thanks," he muttered.
"No problem. Something to do isn't it?"
"What about the rest of the team?"
"There's you and Dearka, Nicol and Athrun, Miguel and Mathew, and those other two guys that I can never remember. I'm a ninth wheel. Cassandra makes ten."
"Your logic's weird."
"Yep. Famous for it!"
The actual chapter one is finished! Now to type up number two...