Okay, for all those who are enjoying the story of Lucas Rory-Snart in 'Follow the Advice, Not the Example', these are going to be one-shots tying into the main story that people can prompt and ask of me ?

Prompts are always welcome!

Please read, review and enjoy ?

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Len sighed wearily as he watched the neighbourhood teens run past the house, shouting and swearing at each other.

"Remind me why I picked this safe house?" he asked, raising his voice slightly so that it could be heard from inside the house, where Mick was frying up some steaks.

"I dunno!" answered Mick, "You just muttered something about 'that bloody Speedster' and now here we are."

"… I hate it here."

There was no reply, so Len turned his attention to their almost three-year-old toddler. As it was such a warm day outside, Len had decided to pull a kiddie pool out of the shed (they were lucky to 'acquire' a house that used to have young children) and put a shallow level of water in it…. Which Lucas was now scooping out with a bucket and pouring on himself.

"You know, you can sit in the pool Lucky…" chuckled Len, "… that way, you can get wet quicker."

Lucas, who was dressed a pokemon t-shirt and camouflage shorts, simply squealed in laughter and rushed inside. A few seconds later, he came back out with a plastic tub full of sea-life creatures, and tipped them all into the pool.

"Imma be Awiel!" he announced proudly, climbing into the pool and slapping his hands against the water, swaying his legs and moving the toys around, "Fishy, fishy, fishy."

This continued on for a few moments, before Lucas clambered back out of the pool and grabbed the bucket again, scooping up more water and tipping it over the flowerbed.

Len couldn't help but smirk at this. That was one less job he had to do today.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Glancing down, Len bent down to lift his son into his arms (only wincing slightly when his own clothes grew damp). "Yes Lucky?"

"Can we go park?"

"Is there a park near here?"

Lucas nodded eagerly, "Aha! I saw it when we dwove here!"

"Where?" Len knew which park Lucky was talking about, but he did enjoy testing his son's observational skills.

For a three-year-old, Lucas was very focused when it came to certain things…. Like somewhere he can play.

"Well I'm sure we can manage a quick park visit… after dinner alright?"

Lucas pouted slightly, but nodded in agreement, allowing himself to be taken inside and re-dressed in dry clothing before sitting down to eat.

With the prospect of playing on slides and swings on the horizon, Lucas practically shoved the food into his mouth. Once finished, he turned back to Len and beamed at him.

"Park now!"

"Patience Lucky…. When I've finished, then we'll got to the park."

"…. But I bored now!"

"You have an entire box of toys in the living room. Go and play with them."

"Okay!"

….

A little over half an hour later, Len and Lucas were on their way to the local park as Mick went through their latest haul, testing the diamonds and other jewels.

"Park! Park! Park!" yelled Lucas as they arrived at the medium-sized field, pulling his hand away from Len's and running towards the play-area, leaping off a small wall and into the sand below.

"Daddy! Twee-house! Twee-house!"

Near the entrance was a largish plastic 'house' that was shaped like a tree, which Lucas ran straight into.

"One… two…. Three windows Daddy!"

Almost as quickly as he entered the tree-house, Lucas ran back out and headed towards the swings. "Look Daddy!" He ran over to a green seat, intended for babies and shaped like a car seat, "It's a Daddy swing."

Len couldn't help but grin at that. "You really think I'll fit in that?"

"Yeah!"

"… I don't think so." Taking a gentle hold of Lucas's hand, Len encouraged him over to the toddler swings, "Why don't we have a play on these for a while?"

"Yeah!"

Allowing himself to be placed in the swings, Lucas giggled as Len pushed him back and forth, eagerly calling out to go higher and higher. From there, the toddler raced over to the jungle gym, rushing up the stairs and sliding down the green slide, and then climbing back up to go on the corkscrew green slide.

"Daddy go! Daddy go!"

As Lucas pulled on his hand, Len couldn't help but follow his son onto the jungle gym and towards the corkscrew slide. This time, when Lucas went down, he waited at the bottom and called up to him.

"Daddy go!"

"… I think I'm a little big for this."

"No, no!"

As Lucas started to pout, Len took a deep breath and made his way down the slide, hissing as his sleeve rolled up slightly and his skin rubbed against the plastic. Once at the bottom, Lucas slapped his hands on his Dad's boots and beamed.

"Gotcha! Tag!" he shrieked in excitement, rushing off towards the large patch of grass next to the park.

"Lucky!" called out Len, trying to catch, "Lucky! Stay where I can see you!"

However, Lucas was having too much fun, racing over the grass…. And straight into a teenage soccer game… and the ball.

"Lucky!"

As the teens all gathered around the toddler, clearly panicking and fretting amongst each other, Len could only focus on his son. Lying on the ground, Lucas was sobbing uncontrollably, hands covering his face.

"What happened?!" asked Len, only just remembering check that he had his glasses on (thankfully, he did), "Lucky? Lucky are you alright?"

Lucas just continued to sob as his Dad lifted him into his arms and began to rock back and forth.

"We didn't mean to mister!" exclaimed one of the teens, "We didn't see him until it was too late!"

"Yeah!" agreed, another teen, "And the ball ain't too hard and we weren't kicking it really hard! Kids are always running onto the grass!"

Glancing down at the ball, Len noticed that the teens were probably telling the truth. The ball looked like one of the rubberish ones that popped easily and didn't take much effort to kick around. It was likely that the ball had caught Lucas by surprise, and that was why he'd fallen to the ground.

Not because of the force of the ball, but because of the shock of it connecting with his head.

Sighing wearily, Len thanked the boys, before making his way back home, gently rocking Lucas back and forth as the toddler's cries slowly calmed down to tearful snuffles. The walk home was short, and almost as soon as the pair entered the small house, Mick appeared in front of them.

"What happened?!" he grunted in alarm, as he lifted Lucas into his own arms, "He fall or something?"

Len sighed, "No. He ran onto a field where some teens were playing football, and ended up with a ball to the head…. Not hard, so the tears are mostly shock related."

"What the bloody hell are they doing playing football near a kid's park?! Isn't there a separate field for them to play on?!"

"That field is the ball game field… it's not like Lucas can read the signs, warning small children that a heavy football might be being kicked around. Thankfully, the teens seem to realise this, and only use a light ball during the day."

Mick clearly still wasn't happy, but backed off and took Lucas to the kitchen, seating him on the counter. "Stay there kid…" he grunted, going to the freezer and pulling out a frozen bag of peas and wrapping it in a tea-towel, "…. Len, keep that on his head. Just in case."

"I-I don't think- "

"- Just. In, Case."

…

Later that evening, when Lucas had calmed down (and was rather enjoying the attention he was getting), the small family were seated on the sofa, watching the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon.

"I forgot to ask…" muttered Mick, "… why do you hate it here?"

"…. The layout of the houses annoys me."

Len rolled his eyes as Mick started to laugh (only laughing harder when Lucas twisted around to glare at him for interrupting his favourite cartoon). "Don't mock me. Why is the kitchen the first room you come into when you enter the front door? Why isn't the living room the first room?"

"This is really annoying you huh?"

"More than what you can possibly know."