Time for a fun one again! Just a warning, it does have some sad stuff in it, but it's pretty light. I'll still take any suggestions you may have! I love hearing your ideas for the boys. They send hugs! I'm glad you guys are liking this again! As always, thanks for your support :)

The St. Peter's Catholic School for Boys choir was sitting in the music room together, getting ready for naptime. They had a concert that evening, and Jack always had them stay after school from the time class ended until the time the concert ended. It was after their rehearsal now. Bill and Robert were distributing the blankets from the cabinet drawers as they others milled about and chose a place to lay on the ground. Simon gently pulled Roger's arm to get him to nap nearby, but Roger sharply yanked his arm away. He stared at Simon intensely. The small boy looked at his new brother and felt his insides drop. Roger was upset at him about something. Simon sank down onto the ground where he chose to lay, feeling lost and disheartened. Roger sat down beside him though, which only confused him more.

Jack clapped his hands together. "Alright! Everyone, stop talking! That's enough! Lie down!" he shouted above the noise. The boys settled a bit, some still whispering and giggling. After a few minutes, the room was silent. Jack could clearly see that most boys weren't sleeping, only resting. Maurice was trying to communicate to Harold across the room with a form of sign language they were creating, and both would let out occasional airy giggles at their nonsense. Roger was laying with his back to Simon, hugging himself tightly under the blanket. Simon reached out and gingerly ran his fingers down Roger's silky dark hair. He knew from experience that he always enjoyed this sensation. He felt the skinny boy shudder. Simon squeezed his eyes closed to keep from crying. "Why are you doing this?" he breathed tearfully. Roger pulled the blanket closer to him and also closed his eyes for the same reason.

Jack sat at the podium and marked the important symbols in his music scores. Suddenly he heard a "Psssst!" and looked up. None of the boys were sitting up straight, so he figured it was just someone goofing off. "Keep quiet and get to sleep." he muttered as an order. Yet he heard it again. He looked around this time at every boy. His gaze fell upon Bill, who was waving to him. Jack cocked his head. "I have a question!" Bill whispered. Some boys around him giggled.

"What's your question, Bill?"

"…What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"Bill, are you seriously asking me this trivial question at such a vital time?!"

"…I want to be a fireman when I grow up."

Jack let out a sigh. Several boys were giggling quietly. Maurice sat up next. "What do you think I should be, Jack?" he asked. Jack snorted. "A clown," he replied shortly. Everyone laughed as Maurice beamed. "Actually, I was thinking I'd make a pretty fine engineer just like my daddy! I can build stuff, and even though I'm not good at drawing now doesn't mean I can't get better before I'm a grownup!"

"I suppose so." Jack responded.

"I want to be a cowboy!" Henry cried out.

"Henry, you can't be a cowboy as a profession. Besides, that was the old west in the United States. It's been years since cowboys really did anything big."

"So what? I could still do it! Stop crushing my dreams, Merridew!"

"I'm going to be a police officer." Robert proudly stated. "My mummy says I've got the build for it."

"Yeah, well I'm going to be journalist and write things that will go on the front page of the newspaper! I like writing stories." Harold announced. "Sometimes I make my own newspapers at home about things that are going on, and Mummy and Daddy read them."

"What could you possibly write about?" Bill asked.

"Well, for example, I wrote about a cupcake that was stolen off our kitchen counter. I performed a whole investigation with a week-long publication about it. Turns out it was the cat that ate it, but Mummy and Daddy already knew. We had to take her to the vet because she couldn't go to the bathroom - "

"That's enough of that story!" Jack interrupted before things went too far. "Simon, what do you want to be?"

Simon sat up and rubbed his eyes. Roger still wouldn't look at him. "Well," he began slowly. "I think I'd like to be a nurse. Or a veterinarian like the lady at the aquarium said I should be."

"Only girls become nurses!" Robert laughed. Simon looked at the floor. "I just like making people…feel better." he responded quietly. Jack removed the pressure from his friend before things got rough. "Roger, you?" he asked. Roger didn't even sit up. He just stayed curled under his blanket wordlessly. "Roger," Jack ordered. Still nothing. "Roge, are you just going to - "

"I want to be court judge!"

Everyone went silent. The boy wasn't looking at anyone at all - just staring into space. His eyes were becoming red; Jack could tell he was on the verge of crying. He nodded slightly. "Because," Roger gasped out, voice straining. "I don't want anyone…to be in pain…when it's beyond their control. W-Want to take away the blindness…" Simon bit his lip and looked away. Tears brimmed in his eyes too. The boys whispered among themselves, trying to decipher the meaning of their strange friend's words. Jack took a deep breath. He just nodded once again. Maurice saw big tears begin to flood down Roger's cheeks. He didn't want everyone to keep staring. "What about you, Jack?" he called out, diverting the attention. "I asked you first, and you never answered me!"

"Alright, alright. I'm split on my decision. I either want to be a teacher, or a parliamentarian. Something that I can get things going right."

"And show off," Harold added, causing laughter to break out.

"Now, Harold. I just want to make a difference and do things the way they should be done - the proper way."

The boys began jabbering in-depth about their career paths with each other. Simon took this as his opportunity. He touched Roger's shoulder. "Roger, please…" he whimpered as Roger pulled away again. The silky-haired boy sniffled. Simon put his face into his hands. "We've barely spoken and it's almost been a week since you came back. I don't understand what I'm supposed to do - "

"You're not supposed to do anything!"

"W-What? What did you say?"

"You're not supposed to do anything for me. You shouldn't have to. I…I shouldn't be here."

"What do you mean?"

"I should be locked up for what I did."

"…I don't understand,"

"…It's nothing. I'm having trouble again, Simon. It was hard to adjust the first time, and it's even harder now. I don't know why."

"I just want you to know that I love you so much."

"…And I love you too. It's just hard for me…to express emotions right away…and…"

Simon didn't wait for another word. He scooped his small brother up into his arms and just hugged him. He held him and rocked him and cried for so long. Roger let silent tears slip. He wanted so badly to just trickle back into his normal life with the Louis family, but he had so much guilt and mixed emotions floating around inside of him that he couldn't assimilate just yet. "I'm sorry…" he whispered. Simon pulled his away to look at his face. "What ever for?" he replied. Roger shrugged. "Not…accepting your love as you always accept me." Simon shook his head and told him that he didn't hold anything against him. The two embraced once more.

Unfortunately for Jack, the boys decided to abandon naptime (and quite frankly, his orders) and begin acting out their dream careers around the room. He watched Maurice go running by - having gotten very nimble with the leg brace - producing a sonar-like beeping sound. He was playing Navy ships. Robert hopped in front of him and held his hand out authoritatively. "Stop! I'm placing you under arrest for speeding and maniacal driving!" he said in a deep voice. Maurice laughed as he was handcuffed in imaginary braces. "Oh no!" he cried out. "Roger! I need you to rule me not guilty! Come over here and oversee my trial so I can get out of jail!"

Bill chased some boys with his water thermos, asking where the fire was so he could put it out. The boys shrieked giddily when he'd get close and threaten to splash them. Bill seized his opportunity to transform Jack's mood. He ran up behind the leader, knocked off the cap with the important gold badge, and squeezed the thermos onto his red hair. Jack let out a shout of rage. Bill turned red. "Why did you just spray bloody water on me?!" Jack hissed. Bill shrugged and grinned sheepishly. "Your hair is so red…I must've mistaken it for flames…I am a firefighter, after all…" he answered. Jack was by no means amused. He made Bill sit in Time-Out for awhile until he dried himself and felt the punishment was justly served.

Henry went galloping around the room yelling out things like "Giddy up, horsie! Down, girl!" He pushed Harold against a wall and held a finger-gun to his head. "Stick 'em up!" he shouted. "There's a new sheriff in town, partner!" He pulled the imaginary gun's trigger, and yelled out, "BANG! You're dead now!" Harold laughed as he fell to the floor. "I'll just call Doctor Simon over and he'll heal me! And then I'm going to publish my story everywhere and Robert's going to read it! Then he'll come find you! He'll throw you in the slammer!" The two ended up laughing tremendously at their strange sequencing of events.

Jack was trying to act in-charge and orderly, but it wasn't because he was playing his dream job. He was actually performing it - he was trying to be a good teacher. None of the little animals wanted to listen to him, however, so he gave up and decided to let them tire themselves out. They'll be out in no time, he thought. And then they'll take a nap and we'll be ready for the concert. He let out an audible groan when he saw Maurice completely downing a few pieces of chocolate from his lunchbox. Alright, maybe I need a new strategy to stop them from all getting sugar rushes…