A/N: Just when I wasn't going to join in for UDC 7, I got attacked by plot bunny. (And Omni 1? Working on it. :) )

UDC 7 – Week One

1. Baby

The baby was very wiggly as the photographer tried to pose them for the picture, and he couldn't help but chuckle as he watched Nancy struggle to hold him. She turned, glared for a moment, and then handed Jimmy to him with a smirk. "Here."

Alex soon found out that stuggling to hold a squirming, protesting infant and smile at the same time was nearly impossible.

Years later, after a horrific day and night, Nancy Murphy held the photograph and wept, wishing to return to that day when everything was simpler. Had it been only yesterday that she'd seen him off to work?

2. Child

He'd been home for half an hour when he walked into the living room to see Jimmy watching TV, and caught the tail-end of a promo for a show airing that night. His son turned to him with a grin. "Can you do that, Dad?"

Alex paused, wondering if he'd actually seen someone spin a laser pistol and then holster it. Slowly, he sat down next to his son. "Maybe. When they show it again, we'll see."

He spent months teaching himself to do it with his service pistol… after all, role models were very important to a boy.

3. Teenager

Jimmy was still sitting, dumb-struck, in the police car when his mother showed up. Had he really seen what he thought he saw? Had Robocop just holstered his weapon like TJ Laser?!

As he got out of Officer Madigan's patrol cruiser, and began talking to his mother for the first time in more than a week, Jimmy Murphy had no time to ponder what it might mean. But he didn't forget.

Robocop would never know that he was now a role model to his son, even if his son would never know for sure that his father wasn't completely dead.

4. Adult

As his father vented emotion over the situation, Robo took solace in the fact that someone was angry over the situation, but not at him. Someone else was angry, and he wanted to give an answer for who was responsible for him ending up like this. Wanted to, but didn't because the answer "they're all mostly dead" wasn't an answer he could or would give.

As he looked into his father's eyes, he said the only thing he could. "I'm still a cop."

Russell Murphy nodded, eyes bright with unshed emotion. "Yes. Yes, you are."

5. Elderly

She was waiting at the kitchen table when he returned from putting an old case finally to rest, and held out a hand patiently. Wordlessly, he put the gun he'd taken out of the house into her waiting hand, and shook his head. "Didn't have to."

"Good." Dorothy looked at it for a long moment, studied his face for a moment more, and then handed it back to him. "Put it away."

"You're not going to ask."

"About...?

"How it went."

"No."

He paused, nodded once, and moved to put the gun away.