"Sam, what the hell-" Lance stopped talking when Sammy shoved her phone into his face, showing him the picture of Rob sitting on Seth's lap. "I didn't need to see that."

"Haley sent me this picture today." Sammy said.

"And?" Sammy just stared at Lance for a second. "Oh, shit!"

"I am not ruining Emma's birthday party because of this bastard. We are going to take him aside, knock him out, drag his sorry ass to the DWMA and be back before Emma misses us." Sammy stated.

"I love it when you're serious." Lance chuckled.

"Not now." Sammy lightly hit Lance on the forehead with the heel of her palm. Sammy and Lance walked back into the yard and walked over to the table with the others.

"What kind of cake is this?" Hope asked Sammy.

"German chocolate cake." Sammy answered.

"German cake! German cake!" Emma giggled, covered in icing. Emma went over to Fabian and grabbed his arm. "Cake! Mr. Cake!"

"I think Fabian just got a new nickname." Michelle said.

"Mr. Cake." Emma giggled again.

"Rob. Do you mind coming with me and Lance for a second?" Sammy asked.

"Why?" Rob asked.

"We wanna ask you something." Sammy said and lead Rob away from the table. No one noticed that Lance grabbed the cake knife and followed the two. Sammy took the boy to the back of the house and grabbed the person pretending to be Rob by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the building. "Who the fuck are you?" Sammy asked in a harsh whisper. The fake Rob starting laughing and he tried to reach into his pocket.

"Don't try anything funny." Lance said and the knife in his hand was suddenly pressed against the fake Rob's neck. Lance stuck a hand into the other boy's pocket and pulled out a small blue ball. "You son of a bitch." Lance growled.

"What is that?" Sammy asked.

"It's a magic grenade." Lance stated. He took the ball and shoved it in the fake Rob's mouth, using a spell to keep the boy's mouth shut. "I suggest you come with me calmly or you're going to be having a fun version of a bon-bon." Lance removed the knife from the fake Rob's neck and handed it to Sammy. "I'll be back soon, stay here with Emma and the others."

"Don't do anything stupid." Sammy said.

"I'm not you." Lance chuckled and yanked the fake Rob off of the wall. "Come on buddy." Lance said and patted the fake Rob's back.

"Does that make Tori Ms. Cake?" Sammy heard Hope ask Emma as she rejoined the group.

"Where are Lance and Rob going?" Michelle asked.

"They're just going for a walk." Sammy lied and placed the knife of the table.

"Why did you have the knife?" Tori asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I must have just walked off with it." Sammy shrugged and grabbed a napkin. "You guys could have cleaned up Emma." She muttered as she wiped off Emma's face.

"She's your daughter." Vickii said.

"She's not my-"

"Papa!" Emma took off towards Lance and Rob.

"Go back to mama, Emma." Lance said, holding back both of the fake Rob's arms.

"Why are you hugging Rub?" Emma asked. "Can I hug Rub too?"

"No!" Lance snapped and yanked the fake Rob back.

"Papa?" Emma sniffed.

"Oh, no, no, no. Don't cry Emma, it's okay. Rob's just a little...sick." Lance said.

"Sick?" Emma tilted her head.

"Yes, that's why he's not talking." Lance explained. "I'll be back soon with-" Lance yelped in pain when the fake Rob lifted his leg and kicked him in the crotch.

"Emma!" Sammy yelled when the fake Rob grabbed Emma by the neck and stomach, spitting out the magic grenade on to the floor. "Let go of her now!"

"What are you doing, Rob!?" Jaxon snapped.

"That's not Rob!" Sammy said.

"I will burn that mask of a face off if you do not let her go." Lance threatened, his hands glowing red.

"We wouldn't want to hurt little Emma, now would we?" The fake Rob squeezed Emma's neck harder.

"Ow..." Emma squealed.

"I will fucking kill you!" Sammy screamed and turned her arm into an ax.

"Samantha!" Sheyla snapped. "Stay back." She ordered.

"Can I kill him then?" Vickii asked, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt. "It'll make up for all the times I've wanted to hit Rob."

"Stay back." Sheyla repeated. "What do you want?" She asked the fake Rob.

"I was ordered to get that ones blood." The fake Rob pointed towards Sammy. "I was just going to cut her open while everyone's asleep, but since I've been discovered. We'll have to do this differently."

"You're going to release Emma, stop pretending to be Rob and get out before I cut you open." Sheyla stated.

"Dad, mom's scaring me." JJ said softly to Sammy.

"If Sheyla lets me have my way, I'll show you scary." Lance said.

"You're not going to be able to do anything to me. I have your precious Emma in my grip and one misstep and I will snap her tiny little neck." The fake Rob said. "So tell me, how did you know I'm not actually your pathetic friend Robert?" The fake Rob flinched when he felt something sharp poke into the back of his neck.

"Because I'm a lot more bad-ass than some pathetic little wanna-be." The real Rob said, holding Haley in weapon form. "Now let Emma go before I cut off that pretty head of yours."

"Did you just call yourself pretty?" Haley asked, her face appearing in the blade of the sword.

"I'm trying to be cool!" Rob snapped.

"Well it's not working." Haley scoffed. Rob fell over when Lance suddenly shoved him aside. The fake Rob screamed in pain when Lance put his burning hands on his neck and was thrown away from Emma. Lance quickly cooled his hands off and grabbed Emma, carrying her away from the impostor.

"Mama!" Emma cried and ran over to Sammy.

"You ruined my moment." Rob muttered as Lance rejoined him.

"Sorry, decided to use the moment to save Emma." Lance said.

"Did you kill it? I still wanna bash his head in." Vickii said as she twirled Jaxon with a hand.

"I want a hit in too" Fabian said as he walked over, holding Tori in his hands.

"Did I miss anything?" Seth asked, skipping over.

"Oh shit..." Lance gasped when the fake Rob's disguise faded away and showed off the real man. "Seven-fifteen."

"What?" Sheyla gripped Paul in her hand while JJ held Michelle.

"Did you have to burn my neck, One-eighteen?" The man coughed.

"One-eighteen?" Sammy asked.

"You gave me no choice." Lance stated. "Now, you can either come with me to the DWMA or I'll kill you on the spot for threatening Emma's life."

"You barely know the brat." Seven-fifteen snapped. "I've practically raised you, One-eighteen. I raised you when your father wasn't there and your whore mother was too busy fucking around with the higher ups!"

"My mother is dead. So you don't have to worry about her fucking around with the higher ups." Lance said.

"One is dead? I thought they were joking at the headquarters, oh my God." Seven-fifteen struggled to his feet. "How did she die?"

"I killed her." Lance stated.

"That means that you're-"

"Yes. Yes it does." Lance cut him off. "Now, do I need to kill you too?" Lance grabbed the magic grenade from the floor.

"No sir." Seven-fifteen looked down and put his hands behind his back.

"Good boy." Lance popped the grenade into the man's mouth. "I'll be back soon, don't worry about me." Lance grabbed Seven-fifteen's arm and lead him away.