Hudson frowned as he stared at the other teen in the jail cell sitting across from him. The young man had been glaring at him for the past day and it was starting to get on Hudson's nerves. This whole situation was completely unfair! It wasn't his fault he got hungry and it also wasn't his fault his parents couldn't get he exactly what he wanted for his birthday. So, in truth, Hudson was very innocent. Regardless of what was said in the interrogation room an hour before. Besides, I can escape anytime I want, fools. It was quite foolish of the humans to think that a jail cell could hold him, the King of Hueco Mundo inside. It would be simple enough to escape using garg-

Just then, the sound of the door unlocking interrupted Hudson's thoughts. He looked up from where he had been sleeping only to have himself dragged out of the bunkbed.

"What the fuck?!" he cried as he was swiftly handcuffed and led down the hallways of the police station to the interrogation room. "Why can't I sleep in?! Is it that hard to-"

"Sit down," the officer stated, pointing to the chair across the table. "The DNA results are back from the lab- thankfully someone had interest in this case. Now, we have a few questions for you."

"And?" Hudson rolled his eyes, still sleepy as someone in the jail wouldn't shut the hell up and let him sleep. "What?"

"Do you know what happened to your father?"

"Can I get a cup of water?" Hudson asked, wanting something to drink to wake him up-coffee out of the question. "And what do you mean by that question? You should know what happened to my parents, that's why I am fucking here with fucking you. Call yourself a detective, you-"

"I'm a police officer," the man stated, agreeing to the water a moment later. "In the lab, we sorted through the evidence and we don't know what happened to your father. Your DNA and your mother's match, but not your mother's boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?" Hudson laughed at the idea- scoffed actually. "My mother and father have been married for thirty years or something stupid. I went to their sappy anniversary party a year ago and trust me, they were all party and no… you know. There's a reason I'm the only child."

"Ah, I see," the man across the table nodded slightly. "So, are you sure your mother didn't have a boyfriend?"

"Yes," Hudson said, "she is the one who owns all of that horrid twilight fanfiction. Seriously. If she was reading it, she wasn't doing it. This is getting gross and where the hell is my water, you ant?"

"I will get that water," the officer stated, "but why do you think your DNA doesn't match your father?"

Hudson watched him leave and frowned to himself. What in the world was all this about anyway? DNA was what things were made of and The King of Hueco Mundo's mouth fell open.

Damn it!

That little-

Now it all made sense.

That fuckin-

"SHIT!" Hudson screeched, standing up so suddenly that he knocked over his chair. "Officer! Officer! I need to make a phone call!" He rushed over to the mirrored glass wall behind him and began frantically waving his arms. "I have to make a call! It is a life or death situation! I swear to God that I mean this! I need a phone!"

How could they have all missed this?!

THIS?! '

"Shit!" Hudson cried, slamming his hands into the mirror-only feel it shatter under his fists. He paused a moment before vaulting over the ledge of the opening- disregarding the gun pointing at him. "I need a phone!" He slammed into the wall as a bullet slammed into him. "Damn it! Stop shooting!" Hudson cried, grabbing the officer's arm and jerking it upwards with a crack. "I just need a- damn it." He shoved the woman aside and opened a doorway to Garganta.

Hudson hated using it in view of those who were determined to keep him locked up, but this was a true emergency. He stepped through into the darkness and it shut behind him as he made his way to Paris. The city somehow the nearest opening and rushed into a restaurant and grabbed the phone behind the counter.

It was then, Hudson realized he didn't know how to dial and that he was still handcuffed.

Damn it!

He snapped the cuffs apart with a swift jerk of his arms and rushed back to the spirit passage way where he returned to Canada. Of course it took a few tries, but he finally made it to a phone inside a house where the inhabitants were gone for the day. Hudson swiftly dialed, praying someone would-

"Hello?" Pagan asked, "who is this?"

"Hudson! I need you to –"

"But aren't you in J-A-I-L?" The teen asked, not sure if he should hang up now so he wasn't involved in this whole mess. "I'm busy. I don't know what you-"

"Hudson! I mean, Pagan," the snob said in a rush, "I need you to listen to me! You can't go out with Coeur. You can-"

"Why not?" Pagan didn't see anything wrong with it. "Do you li-"

"No! I don't like him you, ant! You're related!" Hudson cried, only to hear silence on the other end for what seemed an eternity.

"Wh…What?" Pagan was sure he heard Hudson wrong. He had to.

"You're related, you fucking twit!" Hudson screeched, trying to get it through this idiot's head that-

"How?!" Pagan wasn't going to buy it until he had proof. Why? Because he had already begun planning out his future wedding, that's why.

"Because!" Hudson cried, wishing that someone else. Anyone else but him had to say this. "It's gross!"

"What's gross?!" Pagan demanded, wanting to hang up right then and there, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. "Explain! I have my whole life-"

"Gabriel's our dad!"

"EW! Star Wars!" Pagan screamed and hung up, leaving Hudson listening to the dial-tone of doom. The King of Hueco Mundo stared at the phone a moment before hanging up himself. It all as shocking to him too! It wasn't just Pagan who was going to have to suffer because of this! This was all so weird and-

The phone rang.

"Yes?!" Hudson cried as he picked up.

"It's Pagan!" The frantic voice on the other end said, not slowing down his speech. "What do you mean, their-we're related?! And what have I been doing this whole time and why the hell did no one tell me before and what am I going to tell Coeur and shit! This is gross and AHHHH!"

Hudson winced and held the phone away from his ear.

It wasn't really Pagan's fault! None of them knew and –

"Calm down!" Hudson ordered suddenly, making Pagan freeze mid-scream. "We didn't know. Final. Now, the crap they dug up in my case showed that we're all related because we all have pink hair. I don't know how that damn creep ended up getting us all here, but I don't wanna know."

"M-m-me too," Pagan stammered, shivering as his mind went wild with all of the-well., there was only one explanation for all this really. "I just uh… I uh… I feel sick. I uh… gotta hang up."

Hudson sighed a moment later as the call was disconnected.

"One down… one, two… to go?" Hudson couldn't remember who like who and it really wasn't his fault if he didn't remember. He sighed and dialed another number- he really needed to buy a secretary… an attractive one like Charlotte. Well, maybe Charlotte… If he wasn't dead, damn it. "Hello, Coeur?"


Milo and Janus stared at Teresa who stared back at them.

"Weird," they all agreed, not wanting to think about it too much after Hudson was kind enough to call them at the youth center.

"At least we're not alone?" Milo grinned nervously, kinda glad that he really wasn't abandoned by his family. Janus and Tere-

Teresa slapped him across the face.

There was no way that he was going to suddenly play…play…

"Who is the oldest?"


Lyneth hung up the phone with a slam- making Karri jump from where she was playing a round of Pokemon Cards with Connor. The little kid beating her by a long-long-shot; but that was nothing compared to Karri's sudden worries. She hadn't see Lyneth so freaked out since… well, that talk.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

Lyneth opened her mouth, only to shut it again.

Only to open it again.

She did this a few times before finally saying: "Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew!" With this, she turned and rushed out the nearest door.


Well, Jean had to admit that Szayelaporro was a genius, but… but…

"His methods are seriously flawed."


Author's note: Ships sunk. Sanity saved. I know I sunk them quickly, but there is NO way around this. I thought there was, but there wasn't. I suppose I do owe a slight apology. I thought I had a way around it, but no. I realised after looking at my Forensic book, there really isn't. Magic or not. There are only two sets of DNA per-person and 3 is very rare. Very, very. But I feel your pain! I had to crash my latest and favourite ship, AaronSzay into a giant cliff. But at least this opens a few very interesting doors! I wonder who IS the oldest...