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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CRASH!

Len glanced up from his blueprints, narrowing his eyes in the direction of the living room. "Lucky?"

Silence.

He groaned under his breath, pushing the papers to one side and getting to his feet, just as Mick came charging down the stairs, his eyes still glazed over in sleep.

"What the hell was that?" he growled, glancing at the living room as there was the sound of a xylophone playing, "That the kid?"

"I suspect so, but- "

CRASH!

"- forget it, it's Lucky."

The pair headed over to the living room door, and peered in.

"Tie-fighters!" Lucky was shouting, playing a quick chime on the xylophone, and pointing to his R2D2 figure, "Plot an escape route R2 and be quick about it!"

He leapt onto the couch and ran along it, climbing onto the back of it and making laser noises as he rocked from side to side, his rebel pilot helmet tilting on his head as he did so.

"We need to get away! We need to get away!" He then fell back onto the cushions of the sofa, giggling as he rolled off and then started to race around the furniture, jumping on and off the chairs and sofas.

"What's he doing?" Mick grumbled, his eyes falling on all the toys on the floor, "Lenny?"

Len was simply standing there, a soft smile on his face. "He's playing Star Wars…. He's being a little rebel."

"You won't think it's cute when he's a rebellious teenager."

Lucas seemed to have finally realised that he was being watched, laughing as he ran over to his parents. "Look! Look!" he cheered, pointing to his helmet, "I'm fighting the Empire!"

"Are you winning?"

"Duh! The rebels always win!"

"And rightly so." Len lifted Lucky into his arms, and tickled him on the tummy, "And would the little rebel like a medal like what Luke got?"

Lucky nodded eagerly, "Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

As if by magic, Len made one appear from within his sleeve, holding it out as Lucky squealed in joy. As the four, almost five-year-old, gently grabbed the medal and put the medal over his head, Len carried him into the kitchen, "Remember, little rebels need to have lunch before they go on any adventures."

"We're goin' on an adventure?"

Len nodded, pulling the ingredients out for a sandwich. "We're going to the casino near the docks."

"I get to play poker!"

"No…" Len smirked, "… you get to be the distraction when my and your Papa hold up the armed guards who take all that lovely money away. Fancy being the lost little boy who really needs those nice guards to help him?"

Lucky thought to himself for a few moments, before nodding eagerly. "Can I wear my helmet?"

"Of course you can…" When Mick frowned, Len leaned closer to him and smirked, "… it adds to the cuteness. The guards won't be able to resist him."

…..

"Did you hear that?"

Mikey turned to John, money bags still in his hands as he glanced around, listening as carefully as he could. "…. Hear what?"

"Listen!"

The pair fell silent… and then Mikey could hear it.

A soft sobbing coming from just around the corner.

"Lock up the money…" Mikey ordered, "… you keep watch here. I'll go and see what's happening."

"It sounds like a kid… "

"It sounds like a distraction."

John fell silent, watching as Mikey placed the bags of money into the van, before shutting the heavy doors and locking it up carefully, remaining where he was as his companion heading in the direction of the sobbing.

"Jackass." He mumbled…. And then everything went black.

….

Mikey was quick to spot the small boy sobbing in the alleyway…. It was hard to miss the giant Star Wars helmet on the boy's head.

Cute.

"Hey kid!" he called out as gently as possible, "Are you okay?"

The child glanced up at him, tears still streaming down his cheeks as a fresh wave of sobs bubbled up. "N-N-No! I lost my M-M-Mummy!"

Crap.

Mikey knelt down in front of the child, trying to seem as nice and friendly as he could. "Was she… was she in the casino?"

The child nodded, "I-It was too noisy! I got scared a-a-and I wanted to get out! B-but I can't find her now!"

Mikey saw it all the time. Parents go into the casino when on holiday with their family, and the promise of winning big distracts them from the kids.

Disgusting, really.

"Alright kiddo… " Mikey got to his feet and held out his hand, "… come with me and let's see if we can find your parents."

The kid scowled at the hand, "Mummy says I'm not meant to go with strangers."

"Wise advice… but I'm sort of like the police. I help protect the money when it goes to the bank."

"Like in the movies?!"

At the kid's enthusiasm, Mikey sighed in relief…. He really didn't fancy trying to get the kid out of the alleyway by force. "Yeah, like in the movies… do you want to see?"

The kid nodded eagerly, taking Mikey's hand and allowing himself to be lead out of the alleyway.

However, as soon as they left the alleyway, Mikey knew something was wrong…. John was just lying on the ground, and the van was open and empty.

"What the- "There was a sharp pain on the back of his head, and then darkness.

…..

"Nice work Lucky…" Len lifted his son into his arms and smiled at him, as they headed back to the car, stepping over the unconscious body, "… I think such good work deserves a cut of the profits."

"Really?!"

"Really?" Mick also asked, almost in unison with his son, "He's a kid!"

"Even children should get paid Mick…." Len quickly buckled his son in, before reaching into his pocket and pulling out several hundred-dollar bills, "… Now I don't mind you having one of these bills to spend, but the rest should go into a savings account… agreed."

Lucky nodded eagerly, too excited about the prospect of having one hundred dollars to spend on whatever he wanted. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

"Good boy."

Handing the bill over, Len smirked as his son practically shoved it into his pocket. He then moved into the passenger seat as Mick quickly sped off.

"You'll regret starting this when he's older…" his partner muttered, "… what happens when he starts buying drugs or stuff."

"We're going to raise him right Mick."

"But- "

"- But nothing Mick." Len glanced at him, "We're raising him right and that's that."