Artemis was in his study when Juliet ducked her head in, "Artemis, Butler's taking Miles and Beckett to the doctor for their physicals. So I'm stuck with you."

"Hello to you too." Artemis put down the brush he was holding. He had been trying his hand at painting recently, to keep him from boredom. Naturally he knew all about painting techniques and the history of art with their different movements and styles but he never thought it would be as difficult as it was for him. He had attempted to paint a still life portrait of a banana, an apple, and a pear in a bowl in the classical style, but the banana was looking flat and deflated and the apple and peach just looked like oddly colored tennis balls.

"If you need anything just yell down the stairs. I'll be watching tv in the living room." Juliet told him, turning to leave.

"Actually," Artemis stopped her from going, "Can you get me some tea?"

"Sure, Arty." She shut the door.

"Earl Grey!" He called to her. Earl Grey was his favorite tea flavor. He picked the brush back up and cleaned it off. He dipped the brush in a mauve color that was similar to the walls of the room he spent so much time in. He got to work on the background, not bothering to make it fancy, he just focused on getting the shapes right.

Juliet tramped down the stairs, humming the melody to "Eye of the Tiger", the song that plays for her intro to the ring. She quickly set the water to boil and threw the Earl Grey tea bag into a mug. She went in the living room to watch the opening to the UFC match between Silva and Cena.

In the kitchen, a tall man dressed in dark clothes injected a clear liquid into the small tea bag. He moved to the door and saw Juliet sitting on the couch, rooting for Silva. Not yet... He thought to himself. He turned and left the mansion, as quiet as a whisper.

Morrigan woke up in the morning to the alarm on her phone, "Noo... I don't wanna get up." She moaned, turning over in her bed. She eventually sat up, although it was ten minutes later. She checked her phone for the time and saw that she had missed a text. A text from Mikhail at 1 in the morning.

"Hey gurrl, u shud sooo get over here like, RITE NOWEE! my friend's having a prty at her place, plzzz come!" He wrote.

"What the hell?" Morrigan muttered to herself. She brushed her hair and washed her face. Her phone buzzed again, this time it was a text from Jack. "Come at 12, have job for you."

"Will do, thnx." She texted back. When she was all done up for the day, dressed in a pair of short denim shorts, a loose sleeveless sweater-type shirt, and converse and her bright red hair was teased into a loose bun. She jumped down the stairs and grabbed some breakfast, chocolate dyno-bites with strawberries cut up in it.

"Well, someone's chipper this morning." Her mother commented, sitting at the kitchen table eating from a bowl of oatmeal.

"Jack said he made room for me back at Sam's. He wants me over there by 12." Morri explained, sitting down with her mother.

"Oh." She said.

""Oh", what ma? What's wrong?" Morri took a bite out of her cereal.

"Well, that camp I signed you up for, it begins tomorrow. You leave at 6." She smiled sheepishly at her daughter.

"Ma! You didn't think to tell me this before?" Morrigan exclaimed.

"Well, I didn't think you'd have anything else to do."

Wrong thing to say. "Thanks mom, a lot." She stood up, leaving her bowl still full of cereal on the table, "I'm not hungry anymore." Things are just getting normal for me, and this definitely isn't helping our money situation. Now I have to tell Jack that he's going to have to refill that slot he opened up just for me. She thought, leaving the room in an upset.

Butler arrived at the manor at 4:38, after squeezing the sedated twins into their booster seats. Why were they sedated? One may ask, Miles and Beckett were sedated because during their check up, while the doctor had turned his back and Butler was distracted filling out the form, Miles had managed to snatch and open two needles attached to the sedatives and administered it to himself and Beckett. Butler looked up to see the boys poking the long needles into each other in every visible patch of skin. After they removed the needles from the boys, the examination went quite smoothly. "Too bad we can't do this every time, eh?" The doctor joked. He did not know how much Butler wished that was true.

He parked the car, unbuckled the twins, and carried them inside the manor. "Juliet!" He called throughout the house on his way up to the boys' room. When she didn't answer he shook his head, Probably has those damn headphones blasting in her ears. How is she supposed to know what's going on if she can't hear it? He came into the living room and saw Juliet passed out on the couch. A normal civilian would've thought that the person had simply fallen asleep, but Butler had been trained to notice little things right away. Juliet was lying on the couch in an awkward position, her sandwich had fallen on the floor, and Juliet's all-time most hated show was on: Keeping Up with the Kardashians. "Juliet!?" He rushed to her and checked her pulse. She was still alive. He reached under the couch and grabbed a thick pistol, one of the many guns that he kept hidden around the house just in case they were in a tight spot. Butler had to find Artemis but didn't want to leave Juliet. So he slung her over his back and quietly made his way up the stairs, gun at the ready. He checked and then turned down the corner, creeping up to Artemis's study. As quietly as a teenage girl could, Butler laid her down on the floor close to the door. He paused a moment before he jumped into the study, prepared to shoot at anything that moved. Luckily nothing did move, not even Artemis, who was lying on the floor unconscious.

"You too?!" Butler asked, mostly to himself. He knelt beside his charge and checked his pulse just like he did with Juliet. Again, there was a strong pulse but his eyes were cloudy. "Oh God." He sat Artemis up against the leg of the sofa near them. He reached into Artemis's pocket and found the fairy communicator. With some difficulty, he managed to get Holly on the line. "Holly?"

"I'm here, Butler. What's up?" She replied, currently hovering over a sleeping kraken, going through a routine check of the sensors.

"Artemis and Juliet are unconscious, I don't know how or when. You need to get over here. I'm taking them to the hospital first though." Butler told her, quickly and decisively, like the bodyguard he's been trained to be.

"Good, I'll be there in 20." She answered.

Butler shut the communicator and tossed it aside for his keys. A small part of him sighed at the thought of having to reload the whole family back into the car, God knows that he wouldn't trust his sister and charge in the hands of an ill equipped ambulance, but he sucked it up. He lifted Artemis first, then Juliet, one over each shoulder and began the arduous task of sitting them and the twins into the car, after a routine bomb check of course, and taking them all down to the hospital. At least none of them are awake and flapping their jaws at me. Butler thought as he pulled out and exited the manor's property line.

Artemis thought he was experiencing a flashback. He was in the "room" that he was locked in when Orion had assumed motor controls of his body during his battle with the Atlantis Complex, the "room" that was his mind. He was sitting in the comfy chair with the red walls surrounding and all the books on the shelves were arranged perfectly. But Artemis squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, unhappy to see that he was still there. He stood up and approached the movie screen that once held a view of the outside world through Orion's eyes, but it was blank. He tried turning it on with the tv remote, then manually but nothing worked. He didn't know what was going on. So he sat back down in the comfy chair and waited patiently for something to happen. Because while trapped in one's own mind, there's nothing to do but be patient.