Hmm okay well I was thinking about Santa Fe at first but then again he wants to go there... Anyways here ya are

Raven: Mmmm brownie ^_^. *Munches away at the treat and tries to type with one hand* Lol, now its time for the star to begin 'telling his story' from when he was a little boy. And look so far I'm good with updates!! Yes go me!!! *confetti falls* Anyways this is going to be very interesting... Oh yes and extra kudos to you for the title of the story!! *hands over chocolate covered Jack*

Morning Dew: I hate it when ff.net does that after you write some long review _ it sucks! Thanks a bunch for the review! I'm glad you like it!!

Spatz: Lol thanks! I'm happy you like, here's the next chappy.

Julianne Nicolette: Thank you'se!! lol awesome, I hear that word everyday coming from none other then me ^_^. I will most likely finish 'cause I'll have people reminding me of it... I'm glad you liked it!

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It all started on June 28th 1882, New Hampshire near the hills of the Appalachian's. A small cry arose from the third room in the small towns hospital as a man paced out in the waiting room. He had a small beard from not shaving that morning and deep brown hair that was scattered with blond. He towered about 6'3"and had dark brown eyes, that were glazed in worry. His shoulders were broad and he had a strong solid build.



"Billy." Someone said as the man turned around the worry washed away from his eyes as he smiled.

"John." He replied looking at the other man. John was like his opposite, short and stocky with light brown hair that was starting to fall out and a mustache. He had a golden star on his blue outfit that had sheriff engraved into it.

"How's it goin'?" John asked nodding towards the door, which muffled a small cry.

"I'm-" Before he could continue the door opened and the doctor walked out, a smile on his face as he flicked his white hair out of his faded light green eyes.

"Congratulations Mr. Sullivan, you have a baby boy." The doctor said a smile tugging at the ends of his lips, Billy grinned and walked into the room greeting his wife with a kiss. She had solid black hair and light brown eyes with olive skin, she was small and fragile unlike him.

"What should we name him?" She asked.

"Greg?"

"No... How about Francis."

"That's perfect, Marie." He replied with a grin as she held out the small bundle. Picking it up he saw it was a little baby; small and fragile just like his wife.

"I won't let anyone or anything hurt this family." He whispered kissing his baby on the head a smile creeping to Marie's face. Actions speak louder then words, but Billy Sullivan never knew that. A promise was just something to say to make people feel comfortable and safe, Billy Sullivan knew this.

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Ack short.. Short short!!! No one shoot me!!! lol anyways... at least I've updated... I think the Appalachians are somewhere around NH... ^_^;;; now you all know what class I failed... lol.. Anyways hope ya like it and umm yeah the chapter kinda didn't make much sense I think… I have to start writing longer chapters…. The next one I'm gonna go for four or five pages…

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