Author's note:
- Natascha: good to see you reviewed! I have been updating more lately, I thought you were the one disappearing, lol. I really wish I could update soon, but I have many stories running, so I need to pick one every time I have time to write. And you know I love reading your long reviews.
- Vee017: Yes, Nick has his adult memories, which is a good thing for Philip, but only the harder for Nick to deal with it all. Thanks for reviewing!
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"Fuck!"
Philip glared to Nick, who sat scolding in a chair, while the priest was searching the Legacy database. The ex-seal was generally pissed at this new situation, now that he was stuck in that small body. The stream of curses didn't seem to stop anytime soon, curses that made Philip blanch in his seat. It was bad enough hearing those coming from Nick, but when they came out of the mouth of a three-year old......Sufficient to say it was not a pretty sight.
"Nick, ya need ta calm down a bit, I can hardly concentrate."
The glare he received only made him chuckle, the little boy sitting there was anything but a threat. He was going to call the London House soon, because he was not getting near a solution and he was getting a bit panicked. Three children and little Nick, how was he supposed to take care of them? He needed to get back to the church in a few days.
"You don't get it Philip, I'm stuck in this fucking small body and I can't do a thing. I can't reach the computers, or drive a car, or work out, I'm stuck!"
"I noticed," came the dry response, the only reaction the young man had given him all evening. Philip was frantic in looking for some sort of cure and he was just....bored, to say the least, and a bored Nick was a very cranky Nick.
"I have ta call Sloan Nick. Yer getting on me nerves and I don't know how ta get ya back ta yer old self."
Sloan, that was bad, he was so going to get into trouble when the Precept would find out Derek, Alex and Rachel had been little kids for three days. But if he wanted to ever do his own things again, there was hardly any choice now, was there? And so he nodded once. Philip dialled the London House and in minutes they were looking at Sloan, who looked rather sleepy, not quite awakened just yet. Ah yes, of course there was a time difference. Now they really were in trouble when they had to deal with cranky, just woken up, Sloan. The Precept studied Philip, questions in his eyes as he was not used to the priest using the comlink, or to be even in the House. His eyes narrowed when he caught sight of the little blond boy standing not so far away from the man that had dared to call him so early in the morning.
"I suppose you can offer me an explanation for having a unknown civilian with you, father Callahan?"
Nick darted closer to Philip, staring at the London Precept for a few moments before replying.
"Cut the crap Sloan, it's me Nick. Some curse turned me into this and don't dare to laugh!"
Sloan didn't laugh, not at all. There was a slightly amused curl of the lips but that was about it. At first he had thought the priest wanted to fool him, but something told him this young insolent brat that stood there like he belonged in the control room was indeed Nicholas Boyle, the house security chief. He did look like Nick when he had been young.
"And where is your precept, Nick?"
Nick actually winched at that question, looking like a very guilty culprit. That look pretty much answered the question, but the young child/man of course needed to elaborate. After all, the other members of the house were not only kids, they also had the minds of kids, something Nick did not suffer from.
"He's pretty much in the same state as I am, only eight years old, in body and mind."
At a not so gentle poke from Philip he added Alex and Rachel to the list as well. For a long time Sloan didn't say a word, as he looked rather thoughtful, trying to consume the information given to him. To his credit, he was calm, too calm if you would ask Nick. There was always silence before the storm they said; with the London Precept it was not different.
"I'll be there tomorrow," he finally replied, rubbing his eyes. "I'll be taking some experts with me."
With that the conversation was over. The young boy sighed, looking up to the man next to him, the hazel eyes even bigger than they already were.
"He's really pissed, isn't he?"
"Aye," Philip replied thoughtfully. They were in big trouble.
- Natascha: good to see you reviewed! I have been updating more lately, I thought you were the one disappearing, lol. I really wish I could update soon, but I have many stories running, so I need to pick one every time I have time to write. And you know I love reading your long reviews.
- Vee017: Yes, Nick has his adult memories, which is a good thing for Philip, but only the harder for Nick to deal with it all. Thanks for reviewing!
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"Fuck!"
Philip glared to Nick, who sat scolding in a chair, while the priest was searching the Legacy database. The ex-seal was generally pissed at this new situation, now that he was stuck in that small body. The stream of curses didn't seem to stop anytime soon, curses that made Philip blanch in his seat. It was bad enough hearing those coming from Nick, but when they came out of the mouth of a three-year old......Sufficient to say it was not a pretty sight.
"Nick, ya need ta calm down a bit, I can hardly concentrate."
The glare he received only made him chuckle, the little boy sitting there was anything but a threat. He was going to call the London House soon, because he was not getting near a solution and he was getting a bit panicked. Three children and little Nick, how was he supposed to take care of them? He needed to get back to the church in a few days.
"You don't get it Philip, I'm stuck in this fucking small body and I can't do a thing. I can't reach the computers, or drive a car, or work out, I'm stuck!"
"I noticed," came the dry response, the only reaction the young man had given him all evening. Philip was frantic in looking for some sort of cure and he was just....bored, to say the least, and a bored Nick was a very cranky Nick.
"I have ta call Sloan Nick. Yer getting on me nerves and I don't know how ta get ya back ta yer old self."
Sloan, that was bad, he was so going to get into trouble when the Precept would find out Derek, Alex and Rachel had been little kids for three days. But if he wanted to ever do his own things again, there was hardly any choice now, was there? And so he nodded once. Philip dialled the London House and in minutes they were looking at Sloan, who looked rather sleepy, not quite awakened just yet. Ah yes, of course there was a time difference. Now they really were in trouble when they had to deal with cranky, just woken up, Sloan. The Precept studied Philip, questions in his eyes as he was not used to the priest using the comlink, or to be even in the House. His eyes narrowed when he caught sight of the little blond boy standing not so far away from the man that had dared to call him so early in the morning.
"I suppose you can offer me an explanation for having a unknown civilian with you, father Callahan?"
Nick darted closer to Philip, staring at the London Precept for a few moments before replying.
"Cut the crap Sloan, it's me Nick. Some curse turned me into this and don't dare to laugh!"
Sloan didn't laugh, not at all. There was a slightly amused curl of the lips but that was about it. At first he had thought the priest wanted to fool him, but something told him this young insolent brat that stood there like he belonged in the control room was indeed Nicholas Boyle, the house security chief. He did look like Nick when he had been young.
"And where is your precept, Nick?"
Nick actually winched at that question, looking like a very guilty culprit. That look pretty much answered the question, but the young child/man of course needed to elaborate. After all, the other members of the house were not only kids, they also had the minds of kids, something Nick did not suffer from.
"He's pretty much in the same state as I am, only eight years old, in body and mind."
At a not so gentle poke from Philip he added Alex and Rachel to the list as well. For a long time Sloan didn't say a word, as he looked rather thoughtful, trying to consume the information given to him. To his credit, he was calm, too calm if you would ask Nick. There was always silence before the storm they said; with the London Precept it was not different.
"I'll be there tomorrow," he finally replied, rubbing his eyes. "I'll be taking some experts with me."
With that the conversation was over. The young boy sighed, looking up to the man next to him, the hazel eyes even bigger than they already were.
"He's really pissed, isn't he?"
"Aye," Philip replied thoughtfully. They were in big trouble.