Sorry it's been forever since I updated! I hope to get my Living Two Lives updated tomorrow. It has just been crazy with a full time job, the holidays, and school starting again. Nonetheless, I hope you like it.

ENJOY! XD

"Tadashi!" Aunt Cass hollered as she fumbled to put the keys into her purse. Pieces of her short brown hair fell into her peripheral vison making her tuck back behind her ear. "Don't forget that Hiro is at the Flynn-Fletcher's till 5 this evening."

"I know Aunt Cass," Tadashi smiled as he walked into the hallway.

"I'll be picking him up around 4:30," she grinned as she reached for the door.

"I know," Tadashi chuckled. "Will you go! You're already late to get back to the café."

"Ok, ok. I'm going!" Aunt Cass turned the doorknob, cracking the door open. "Oh, and I have dinner in the fridge that just needs-"

"Go!" Tadashi began to push her out the door. "I'll be fine."

Aunt Cass walked through the door and ran right into a tall figure. She looked up and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry. I didn't see you there. My nephew is kicking me out of the house."

"Hey!" Tadashi smiled back at Aunt Cass' playful grin.

"That's alright," the brown haired man nodded.

"Can I help you, sir?" Aunt Cass adjusted the purse on her shoulder.

"Does a Tadashi Hamada live here?"

Aunt Cass blinked several times. "Um-yeah. He's my nephew. Who are you?"

"I'm Mr. Pines. I'm here to drop off my kids."

"Drop off?" Aunt Cass stared at the suited man in confusion.

"Aunt Cass," Tadashi smiled sheepishly. "I created an advert for babysitting and he responded."

"But you already watch after the Flynn-Fletcher kids."

"Yeah I do but with my need for more materials, I need a bit more income."

Aunt Cass blinked again. "You never cease to surprise me with how smart and intelligent you are."

"You're not upset?"

"Why would I be? You're very responsible. I trust you." Tadashi force a smile while his inside turned. He hated not being able to tell his Aunt what could happen but if he did, he could definitely seal her death. "Mr. Pines. Your kids are in good hands."

"So I've heard from Linda and Lawrence," Mr. Pines nodded.

"Oh! You talked to them?"

"My wife is very careful of who watches the kids. I had to do some sort of background check."

"Very responsible of you," Aunt Cass nodded. "Are they here? I'd like to meet them before I have to go."

"Cass. You're already late," Tadashi reminded her.

"I know, I know," Cass nodded knowingly. "But I love kids!"

Mr. Pines motioned towards the car and waved at it. The back doors opened and closed as two sets of feet could be heard coming up behind Mr. Pines. "Tadashi. Ms. Hamada. These are my kids. Mabel and Dipper."

Merida sat in her father's office fuming quietly. I can't believe mum sent me to da. Just because I left the school to have some fun! Ugh! This isn't fair!

"Merida?" Fergus spoke as he walked in. Merida made eye contact with him and the fire in her eyes made him step back. "What are ye doing here?"

"Didn't ma tell ya?"

"Um, no," Fergus shut the door. "That's why I asked."

Merida sighed. "Astrid and I went off campus grounds and went to a weapons expo. We had done all our work and we were bored. We came back before 10 but mum was still angry. She gave Astrid extra training and cleaning the bathrooms. She took away me bow for a week then sent me to you for punishment."

"I see," Fergus nodded as he stroked him red beard. "What do you think would be a good punishment?"

"Nothin!" Merida threw up her hands. "I didn't do anythin' wrong!"

"Is there a rule in place saying you're not allowed to exit the campus grounds without permission?"

"Not really."

"What do you mean?" Fergus cocked on eyebrow.

"You can leave. It's not a prison."

"Ok, then why did your mother take your bow away?"

"She said 'It's not proper for fine ladies such as yourself to go off and engage in an activity as gawking over weapons,'" Merida exaggerated her mother's speaking pattern and body movements.

Fergus pursed his lips together in an attempt to not laugh. "Well. That explains it right there."

Merida turned around and looked at her father through a bit of her hair. "What do you mean?"

"Why you're mother grounded you in a sense," Fergus smiled.

Merida darted her eyes between Fergus and the bear tapestry several times in confusion. "I don't understand."

Fergus sighed. "Do you know why your mother is always hard on you?"

"Ya," Merida huffed. "She wants to turn me into her."

"No, Merida," Fergus shook his head. "She's not trying to do that at all."

"Ye could have fooled me." Merida rolled her eyes as she turned her back on Fergus.

"Listen," Fergus walked toward her. He placed his hand on her shoulder. "You know your grandmother Lady Victoria?"

"Aye. She's just as stuffy as mum."

"That your grandmother is," Fergus grinned. "However," Fergus turned Merida to face him. "It's because of Victoria that your mother is hard on you."

"Why?" Merida's face scrunched, not understanding. "Why would my grandmum be responsible for everything?"

"You said it yerself. Victoria is very-stuffy. She comes from a very proud family. Generations of a proud family!"

"So?" Merida shrugged.

"So, Merida, your mother is trying make you acceptable in Victoria's eyes."

"Oh!" Merida nodded. "Mum is ruining my life to make someone else happy. I totally get it!"

"No, ye don't lass," Fergus shook his head. "Your mother is trying to prepare you for what your grandmother has started to plan for your future."

"What you ye mean?" Merida softened. "What is she plannin'?"

Fergus sighed and held the bridge of his nose. "I honestly don't know much about what she wants to happen. It only matters for those on your mother's side of the family. I know what is planned but I feel you need to talk to Elinor."

"Mum won't listen to me! She never does! She's a stick in the mud."

"She wasn't always like that," Fergus chuckled. Merida looked at him in confusion, interest, and surprise. "She was a lot like you in fact."

"I surely doubt that," Merida put a disbelieving hand on her hip.

"No I'm serious," Fergus laughed. "Do you think Elinor and I would have met if she didn't have a bit of a wild side to her?"

"Gobber. We need to talk," Stoick stated grimly over the phone.

"Aye," Gobber agreed. He nodded as he picked at his teeth with his prosthetic hand. "From the sound of your voice, I'd say it's about something serious."

"You know how I said I would keep an eye out for anythin' strange?"

Gobber sat up straight, his attention fully focused on Stoick's voice. "Don't tell me ye found something."

"I believe I might."

"What is it Stoick?"

"I was going through my books and my numbers when I noticed something strange. Every month, there it a shipment to the far north. Someplace call Cavern, Greenland."

"Sounds legit to me," Gobber shrugged.

"It does. However, I didn't recall any place called Cavern so I looked up the address on Google Earth."

"And?"

"Nothing."

"What?" Gobber titled his head. "Nothing?"

"Nothing. There is no life for over 200 miles. It's just ice and snow."

"Then there must be stacks of rotten fish at that location."

"I don't know yet," Stoick shook his head. "There's only one man in my company that travels up that far and that's Kristoff. I've emailed him but haven't received a response yet."

"Interesting," Gobber pondered.

"Aye, that it is," Stoick agreed. "Doesn't this info help North at all?"

"I don't know," Gobber said in thought. "But we'll see."

Dagur sat in his chair, stabbing his knife repeatedly into the wood table. His brow was furled, his eyes aglow with anger, and his mouth stretched downward as far as it would go. Standing in front of him was Gothel; bored, annoyed, and waiting for Dagur to respond.

"Would you answer me," Gothel spoke up. "You're acting like a child." Dagur grabbed his knife and threw it directly at her head but she dodged it in time. Still bent over, she snapped her head back towards him and cocked an eyebrow. "A child."

"Quiet!" Dagur sat back down, still enraged. "I'm trying to figure out how we're going to deal with him."

"I told you I could handle it."

"No!" Dagur slammed his fist on the table. "The police are looking for you."

"They're looking for the Mummy Murder. Not me." Gothel flipped her hair back and thrust her hip. "I'm too careful to be seen."

"I don't care. You're methods are getting heat put on us."

"WHAT YOU NEED IS SOMEONE WHO WILL NEVER GET CAUGHT!"

Dagur quickly stood up from his chair and looked around while Gothel did circles looking for the source of the voice. The voice then began to cackle in the dark, both high pitched but sinister.

"OH COME NOW. I'M HERE TO HELP."

"Where are you?" Gothel squinted into the shadowy corners.

"What do you want?" Dagur asked.

"WHY DAGUR. I WANT TO HELP. BE A PART OF THIS DESTRUCTIVE GROUP."

"I'm afraid our boss is very picky about who we let join our group," Gothel spat.

"GOTHEL. YOUR BOSS WILL LOVE ME!"

Dagur smirked a bit at the voice's confidence. "Really? What makes you think that?"

"SIMPLE. I'M A SHAPESHIFTER. I'LL NEVER BE SEEN OR CAUGHT. IN FACT I'VE NEVER BEEN CAUGHT."

"Interesting," Dagur nodded. "I like you so far. What's your name voice?"

"BILL. BILL CIPHER."

Duh duh duhhhhn!