Disclaimer:

I do not own the characters except for those I made up. I would like to own the characters but unfortunately I don't

Prologue:

In the hospital, on Sanfric Drive in London miracles were taking place. Many babies that night were born. Well at least most people thought that it was a miracle. In a room in the maternity part of the hospital was a woman holding her baby.

"Aw, honey isn't he adorable," she whispered to her husband. The baby had a little blonde hair, exactly like his father and a little nose. She paid no notice to the nurse that was carrying another baby. She was holding the other baby as if she was waiting for the woman to ask to hold him but she didn't. She was too looking at the little boy in her arms.

The nurse thought this was odd so she decided to speak. "Uh, do you want to hold you other little boy, miss?"

The woman on the bed took her eyes off of the boy in her arms and looked at the other little one in the nurse's arms with disgust. He looked nothing like anything that could be hers, she thought to herself. He had brown eyes with a little red in them and had a little red hair slightly growing on his head.

"That is not mine!" she snapped at the nurse.

The nurse was slightly taken back at the words of the woman. She started to hesitate and then slowly said," of course he's your."

"No, he's not. That thing is not my son, this is my son," she shouted a little back and then looked down to the own sleeping in her arms.

"But miss, you had twins," the nurse said in a shocked voice.

"NO I DIDN'T! Now take that thing away from my son and give him to someone else."

"But-"

"NOW!" the woman snapped.

The baby in the nurse's hands started to cry slightly. The nurse not knowing what to do tried to calm the baby down. She felt sorry for the little one. I'll take him to the orphanage, she said to herself. So he can at least grow up away from these people. She looked again at the woman in the bed and then slowly departed from the room.

All the other nurses had a confused look on their faces as the other nurse carried the baby to the nearest center. A doctor, noticing this was odd stopped the nurse.

"Excuse me nurse but what are you doing?" the doctor asked her.

"I'm taking this child away from his mother. It was her orders, sir."

The doctor sighed as he looked down on the boy with curiosity. He nodded and let the nurse pass. When she got out of the hospital, with the baby boy in her arms carefully crossed the street to the orphanage. When she got to the orphanage the owner of the orphanage, Mr. Bellman was there to greet her. She told him everything about his mother not wanting him and telling her to give him to someone else. He was also socked by this news but when he heard the name of the family that said it the shock on his face slightly faded.

He agreed to take the baby in and the woman warned him that if he revealed whom his parents were that things might happen. She cautioned him this with a look of sympathy on her face. She looked at the boy for a minute and then slowly started to walk away.

"Excuse me, miss but do you know if she gave him a name?" he asked her before she almost left totally.

"I don't think so," she answered sadly.

And then at last she left, the silence left in the room was tense still from the previous conversation. He took a second and looked at the boy in his arms and started to think of a name. Frank? No that doesn't fit. Nathan. No not that either. Wait. And then he looked down on the boy to see if there was a clue of what he should name him.

He then smiled and said," I know what I'll call you, Tine. What do you think of that name?" He asked this question to the now sleeping baby.