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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"He's still awake…"

Len groaned, throwing his arm over his eyes.

"… why d'ya start reading Harry Potter to him?"

The walls of their new safe-house were thin, so the couple could hear spell being uttered and exactly what the imaginary foes were saying and doing during this battle.

For a four-year-old, he had an incredibly expressive vocabulary…. Len blamed Mark personally.

He moved to get up, pushing himself into a seated position… until he felt Mick's gentle hand on his shoulder, pushing Len back into a horizontal position.

"I'll deal with it…" he grunted, "… You've not slept for thirty-six hours, and if you have to deal with Lucky any longer, you'll collapse."

"But- "

"- But nothing." Mick straightened up and grabbed a shirt, pulling it over his head, "I'll take him out in the van. It's meant to help small children sleep."

"Mmmmm."

Len was already half asleep as Mick headed out of the door, walking straight into his son's room.

The light was on and Lucas was standing in the middle of the room, Harry Potter glasses on his face and a fake wand in his hand, eyes wide in alarm before he darted into bed and pulled the duvet up over his head.

"Give it up brat…" Mick rolled his eyes, walking over to the bed and removing the duvet, "… we know you've been awake since Lenny put you to bed three hours ago."

Lucky was silent, staring up at him.

"Can't sleep, huh brat?"

"Nuh-uh… too awake Papa!"

Mick knew the feeling. Both he and Len suffered from bouts of insomnia… it was unlikely that Lucas had the same issue, but every so often, every child was unable to sleep.

"Alright…" he grunted, lifting Lucas into his arms and heading towards the front door, "… we're going to go for a drive, maybe get some late-night take-away and hopefully, you'll be asleep before two."

Wrapping the small child in his parka, googles and a scarf, Mick then took his out to the car and wacked the heating on. "Alright kid…" he muttered, glancing over as his son was putting the seatbelt on, "… where d'ya wanna go?"

"To the park! To the park!"

"It'll be full of drunks at this time kid…. But we'll drive around that area, 'kay?"

"Okay!"

Lucas eagerly clapped his hands as Mick set off down the road and onto the main street, "Faster Papa! Faster!"

"Not when there's cops everywhere brat. We're not on a job, there's no need to go faster."

There was a brief period of pouting, before Lucky seemed to forget what he was sulking about and turned his attention to the sights passing by the window, watching the lights pass by.

Around ten minutes into the drive, Mick glanced over, frowning when he realised that Lucky was still wide awake…. And unlikely to fall asleep any time soon.

"You wanna listen to some music kid?"

"Disney! Disney! Disney!"

"…. You sure you wouldn't prefer some rock?"

The withering glare that the four-year-old sent him, seemed to say "No", so Mick placed one of the Disney tapes in the player, mentally preparing himself for an hour of hell.

And then Second Star to The Right from Peter Pan started to play.

Lucky loved Peter Pan, and this was his chosen lullaby song.

"The second star to the right

Shines in the night for you

To tell you that the dreams you plan

Really can come true

The second star to the right

Shines with a light that's rare

And if it's Never Land you need

Its light will lead you there

Twinkle, twinkle little star

So, I'll know where you are

Gleaming in the skies above

Lead me to the land we dream of

And when our journey is through

Each time we say "Goodnight"

We'll thank the little star that shines

The second from the right."

As the song played, Mick hummed along, hoping the extra soothing tones would help send the four-year-old off to sleep.

For the first verse, it didn't seem to have any effect, however, by the end of the second verse, Lucky was resting his head against the window, mouth open and drooling as he slept. Slowly, he headed back to the apartment, parking outside and gently lifting his son into his arms.

Lucky remained fast asleep even as Mick removed his coat, scarf and goggles, before carrying him back upstairs. However, instead of taking Lucky to his own room, Mick carried him into the main room, slowly laying down next to Len (who thankfully was fast asleep), letting Lucky fall asleep on his chest.

"Mmmm…" Len snuffled happily in his sleep, rolling over and snuggling up to Mick, "… he asleep?"

"Finally, yeah… go back to sleep Lenny. Everything's alright."

Needless to say, it didn't take long for Len to doze off, leaving Mick the only one awake.

And he still was an hour later.

"Great…" he grumbled, trying not to move too much in case he woke Lucky up, "… now I've got that bloody song stuck in my head."