A/N1: Wow, thanks so much for all the reviews. I do appreciate it. ^_^

A/N2: Numbuh 4 is around 5 in this chapter…I don't know how old he is on the show but overall in this fic he is around 9, give or take.

A/N3: This is a short one, sorry. Hopefully the next one will come out faster & longer. So until then…enjoy…cry…weep…punch…kick…scream…kill…

Disclaimer: See Prologue…

Warnings (4 this chapter): AU, OOC, Angst, Child-Abuse

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Past Truths Relived In the Present
{Chapter 1}

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"Wrong!" The stern accented voice of a woman grated out poisonously while the echoing sound of a ruler smacking onto tender flesh reverberated throughout the now silent household.

Only a tiny whimper of pain escaped bruised and bloody lips at the action, before tear clouded eyes watched fearfully as said ruler cruelly smashed into the sheets of music with uncanny precision and strength. Unable to hide the flinch that overtook his frail body or the fine tremors that were silently running through him, the blonde viciously bit into his bottom lip until the metallic taste of blood flooded his mouth and senses. While it did little to sooth his aching heart and body the fresh pain helped to drown out the reality that was currently suffocating him, even if it was just for a few pitiful moments.

"Now do it again, and try to get it right this time huh Wallabee." Harsh eyes narrowed disgustedly at the child, just daring him to try and disobey or talk back.

"Yes Mam…" The tiny five year old sniffled out nodding, even as his now red fingers and palms unconsciously rested back into starting position to lay gently upon the keys.

"Good, and it better be perfect. I want my ears to practically bleed with the poetry, rhythm, and elegance of the song that unfortunately your nasty little fingers are soiling." Mrs. Beatles snarled angrily at her son, before harshly cuffing Wallabee upon the side of the head to make her point clear.

"Yes Mum. Sorry Mum." Wallabee crocked out between tightly clenched teeth, and shook his head slightly to help remove dizziness that threatened to topple him over.

"Sorry! That's a laugh. We'll see how sorry you are when your father gets home you little shit." She laughed out cryptically, eyeing the small boy with a hooded expression.

The Australian woman snickered to herself, clearly missing the horrified and hurt look upon her sons' face, as she sat there absent-mindedly dreaming of the sweet punishment her 'precious' son would receive when her husband finally returned from work.

"How delicious." A cruel smirk appeared upon her face and her lips were hungrily licked even as the smooth, sweet notes of Wallabee's playing hummed sadly through the household with a sense of finality.


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