A/N: Um.... I got this idea (how, I don't know) watching Junkyard Mega-Wars Sunday night. Uh, yeah. You read this right. Weird, I know. But, that's a sign of true genius right? Or insanity. Probably the latter.


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PROLOGUE


A figure, dressed in a cloak rushed down the side of the road. She had to get away. He'd be after her soon. Her and the baby. She had scribbled a short note before she had left. It was tucked inside the baby's blanket, along with some formula and a bottle. She needed to leave the baby somewhere safe until she could come back for her. The night was dark, but by the light of the full moon she was able to see. Up ahead she saw a house with its lights on.


She ran up to the rickety porch and set the child in its basket in front of the door. She kissed its forehead, and with one last look at the sleeping face, she knocked on the door and ran.


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"What was that?" Fred asked, not turning away from the TV. (WWF Raw was on.)


"Dunno, yo. I'll go check." Todd went to the front door and opened it. He saw nothing, but then heard a small cry. He looked down to where the doormat was, and there was a basket with a blanket in it. And the blanket was moving. "Uh, guys, you might wanna come here, yo!"


"What in the blue hell is that?" Pietro said when he saw the basket. He bent down and poked at the blanket. "Aaah! It moved!"


"I'm surrounded by idiots!" Lance said as he grabbed the handles and brought the basket in. He set it on the kitchen table, then, slowly, he pulled the blanket away as the others took a few steps back. "Well I'll be damned."


"What? What is it?" Fred said. (There was a commercial break.)


"Come and see for yourself!" Lance told them. Hesitantly they approached and peered in.


"It's a baby!" Pietro said, relieved, surprised, and confused all at once. "But who'd give us a baby?"


"He's got a point, yo! Hey, what's that?" Todd pulled the piece of paper out from the folds of the blanket. " 'To whom it may concern: This is only temporary, and I'm sorry for any inconvenience. I could not take her with me, but I promise I will be back for her as soon as possible. Please do not be angry with me. There was nothing else for me to do. I promise I will be back, but I do not know when. Please be patient and kind with her. She's only 7 months old. I have packed some formula with her, but you will need some more, and soon. There are a few diapers, but you will also need more of those too. I must go now. Please take good care of her.' There's no signature, yo, but there's a PS. 'PS-- Her name is Emily Rose.'"


"This is heavy." Fred stated.


"No fake, Einstein. None of us know anything about babies!" Just as Lance said that, the baby began to cry. "No! Shh! Quiet! Now dammit shut up!"


"I don't think that's going to work, yo." Todd said as the screaming became louder.


"What's going on down there!" A voice, Tabby's, shouted from upstairs.


"Uh... Tabby, you might wanna come down here! We have a problem!" Pietro shouted to her. She appeared in the kitchen, her hands on her ears.


"What's making the racket?" Everybody pointed to the basket.


"Make it shut up!" Fred said. Tabby peered in and saw a baby of all things.


"I don't know how!" She told him.


"You're a girl! You're supposed to know these things!" Lance yelled at her. Tabby glared at him. She picked the baby up and held it over her shoulder. She patted its back.


"That's not working, yo!"


"Its what they do in the movies!" Then a small noise came, followed by silence.


"Didja kill it?" Pietro asked.


"No I didn't kill it! I think it just needed to be burped, thats all." Tabby said, setting the baby back down into the basket. It looked at her with bright blue eyes, but made no noise.


"See! You're a girl! You have that magically touch thing!" Lance told her. Tabby just rolled her eyes.


"Now someone mind telling me how a baby ended up on our kitchen table?"