A/N: Likey? Tell me! R/R


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"Look at me!"


"No, me! I'm cooler looking!"


"Over here Em! Me, me!" Pietro's idea had been to entertain the baby. They were currently dressed up in silly costumes, made by Pietro. (He made all of their clothes. Was pretty good at it too.)


"I am so glad I'm getting this on tape." Tabby said. Her camera had been attached to her hand almost the entire day. "Because I want you guys to see how ridiculous ya'll look."


"Hey, its for a good cause! Seeing Em smile!" Fred told her. And that was exactly what Em was doing. Her bright eyes were lit up.


"It's time for me to hold her!" Pietro said.


"Says who, yo? It's my turn!"


"It's my turn!" Lance argued.


"Mine!"


"Mine!"


"I thought it was mine." Fred said.


"Shut up Fred!" All three of them shouted.


"My turn, yo!" Todd said.


"You mean MY turn!" Pietro told him.


"Nuh uh, he means MY turn!" Lance told Pietro.


"Shh!" Tabby yelled them. They looked at her. She pointed to a now sleeping Em. They hushed immediately and sneaked into the kitchen.


"She's so cute when she's sleeping." Tabby said.


"Adorable, yo."


"I wonder how long she'll be here." Pietro said quietly. Everybody looked at him. "Remember? The note said that whoever left her here would come back for her. And what are we going to do during the week? We all can't skip school."


"I hate to say it, but he's right." Lance said. "I guess we'll have to take turns staying home from school. I'll go first--"


"Now hold on, how come you go first?" Tabby asked him.


"Because I'm the leader, that's why! And besides, there's this big test on Monday I didn't study for..." Lance trailed off. "So I go first, that's for sure. For the rest of ya we'll draw straws. Shortest goes last, next shortest stays home on Thursday, etc. Okay? Now where are the straws?"


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It had ended up Lance first, Todd second, Pietro third, Tabby fourth, and Fred last. The next week would be Todd first and so on, with Lance last. Then Pietro first and so on, with Todd last. And it would continue like that until.... Until whoever came back for Em. That was something nobody wanted to talk about. Because within the first few days, everyone had fallen in love with the little baby known as Emily Rose.


ONE MONTH AND FIFTY VIDEO TAPES LATER...


"Yes, I'm first!" Lance proclaimed.


"Oh shut up." Tabby said. "Don't take Em out tomorrow, it's getting too cold out for her, okay?"


"Promise." Lance said. "I wonder if anybody suspects we're harboring a baby here."


"I doubt it. There's no neighbors around, and the only run-in any of us had was when you ran into Summers, which he didn't see anything, right?"


"Right..." Lance tried to think of something to change the subject. "So... Uh.... Do we need anymore tapes?"


"Nah, I bought ten yesterday." Tabby said.


"Good. Speaking of which, do you think that when, uh, whoever comes back for Em we should give him or her some tapes? So they can see what they missed?" Tabby shrugged. She didn't want to think about that. Neither did Lance, but it was something they had to face. "Well, I'm going to. In fact, I think I'll make a special tape just for them."


Lance grabbed the box of tapes and went through them. Each one had every moment that was on the tape listed. He took out the best ones, and set them beside the door. He'd take them to school on Tuesday and mess with them in the Computer Lab. As he did this, he stopped and looked at the door. One of these days a knock would come, and there they would be, waiting to take Em. It would be a very sad day.


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"TABBY! GET YOUR VIDEO CAMERA! I THINK EM'S GONNA SAY HER FIRST WORD!" Pietro shouted upstairs. Tabby heard that and was down almost as fast as Pietro could've been. She found everyone huddled around Em, who was sitting in the makeshift high chair they had built for her.


"Come on Em, you can do it!" Fred encouraged.


"Yeah Em, you can do it, yo!" Todd agreed.


"I think she's gonna say it!" Lance said. Everybody got suddenly quiet, watching her. Em smiled and laughed.


"False alarm, I guess." Pietro said. Everyone faces fell, but Tabby kept the camera on her.


"Wait, I think she said something!" Tabby cried out.


"What? What was it?" Fred asked.


"I don't know! Hold on." Tabby hit stop, then rewind. She turned the volume up. "Everybody, shh!"


Then a small word could be heard, and everybody looked at each other. Had they heard that right? Had she really said.... Bro? Yes she had, because she began chanting it from her high chair.


"She calling us her bro's, yo!" Todd said excitedly.


"I'm not a bro!" Tabby pouted.


"Hey, you're in the Brotherhood, you're a bro, girl or not!" Pietro said.


"I guess so. I just wish she called me sis or something." Tabby hit fastforward, then record.


"What are doing?" Lance asked.


"Hoping she'll say 'sis'." Tabby replied, not moving an inch from where she stood.


"Ah, come off it. Pietro's right, you're in the Brotherhood, you're a bro."


"Sis."


"I said, bro--" Lance stopped, and looked at Em, who was laughing.


"Bro sis bro sis bro sis!" Em chanted. Tabby squealed with delight. Lance threw his hands up in the air and went into the living room.


"I want that tape when you're done!" He called from the couch.