Supertoys While Mummy Drinks

A/N: I know I've gotten way out of character and it's going to get worse as I write this. But I've been having serious writer's block since I detoured far off from my original outline for this story. And now I don't know where to go with this.

Also. Thanks for all the reviews. They have helped me in my writing.

Supertoys While Mummy Drinks

By: S|K
Chapter 6: Deep Sleep

Monica lulled David, softly humming the song 'You are my sunshine'. She looked down into his face. He was asleep. Actually he was just pretending to sleep, but his simulation looked so real. So real that with what little maternal instinct she had forced her to carefully lay him down on the bed. She continued to pull his sandals off and put them on the floor. She watched him as he turned over on his side and drew his legs up against his chest. " My little one, my poor little one." She whispered as she reached over and stroked his hair. She then slowly glided her fingers down his face and onto his chest, stopping where his heart would of been if he was a human. Nothing. Not even a single heartbeat. Monica could feel her own heart drop.

She finally took her hand away and pulled a blanket over him, then leaned over and kissed his cheek. He seemed so much more tiny and fragile now. With that thought she got up and turned the lights out and went out the door.

David opened his eyes when he felt the bed move. He saw Teddy standing next to him.

"What are you doing?" asked Teddy, curiously.

"Trying to sleep."

"But you don't sleep."

" I know. But mummy likes Martin when he's asleep. Maybe she will like me more if I sleep."

Teddy didn't think David's logic made much sense, but he went ahead and sat down next to him and watched him as he closed his eyes again.

Monica went into the kitchen. She hadn't had anything since that morning so she was a bit hungry.

"Are you all right?"

Monica popped her head around the refrigerator door.

"You seem to be in a better mood." Henry said while reading the newspaper.

"I guess."

"The insurance people called."

"Oh." Monica replied as she sat out some things to make herself a sandwich with. "Well, what did they say about the car?"

Henry sat the newspaper down. "The car?" He sounded a little surprised. "No. It was the company calling about David. They want him taken back to the factory for a while."

Monica almost choked on a piece of tomato. "What!?" she sputtered.

" They were not very happy about having to spend all that money on David's repairs again. And because of some policy of theirs, they want him back at the factory for a while. Think of it this way. He'll be out of your way for a while." He smiled.

Monica could feel her blood drain away from her. 'No. Not David. Not now. David is scared of that place. And he's smiling about it., that jerk.', She thought. "I won't let you take him from me!" She said suddenly.

Henry quirked a brow and started to stand up. "What?"

" I love him!"

Henry was shocked that she had said that. In fact Monica was shocked herself for she had never said that about David before.

" You're crazy! He's not even alive. All you do is abuse him anyways." He started to walk towards her. In turn she backed against the counter. She didn't know what to do.

Suddenly something caught her eye. Something metallic glinting from a half opened drawer, a stainless steel 8 inch knife. Monica slipped it out of the drawer and held it in defence. "Don't get any closer." She said desperately.

Henry saw the blade and jumped back. " Monica, put the knife down."

Monica slowly backed towards the door, still holding the knife, watching Henry .

" You're not taking my baby." He heard her say after she disappeared out the door.

David heard someone coming towards the room. He opened his eyes and sat up, looking towards the door. He saw a silhouette of a person in the door frame. After a few seconds he realised it was Monica. Then he saw the glinting metal blade.

He quickly hid under the sheet along with Teddy.

Monica went over to the bed and sat the knife down at the end of it. "David." She said softly. She pulled the sheets up a bit and peeked under them at him. She hesitated but went ahead and puled him out.

She held him and he could feel something wet hitting his face.

"Why are you crying?" He asked. He sounded so innocent.

Monica sniffed then said "The company called and... and they want you to go back to the factory..."

His whole world seemed to burst right then. " No! No! No, mummy please no. Don't make me go. Please, no. I want to be with you. Don't make me go." He pleaded desperately.

" I won't." Monica said as she pushed him back a bit and looked into his wet face. Her own tears that had dribbled down onto him, had streaked down his cheeks as if the tears were his own. But were they her tears to begin with or were they really his own? He had become so real to her., that she didn't know for sure now.