Disclaimer: I own Amelia, Hendrix (Drix), and Reagan, but that's it.
An hour later, Drix sat in a warm bath. He hadn't said anything since they had left the academy, just sat and stared as if he was thinking about something incredibly hard. Fred knew her little boy was in shock and that trying to tell him anything right now would probably upset him even more. So, she remained silent as she washed him.
Drix thought of all the things he had seen and heard in the last few hours. He had seen Mr. Wyndham-Pryce lying on the ground, blood stains all over his clothes. The man was not too hurt to scowl at him as he passed though. So many bad things would happen to him when he was taken back to the academy. So many bad thing Drix didn't really want to think about but found he couldn't stop them from floating into his head.
Suddenly, a wave of sickness hit and he found himself climbing out of the bathtub and running for the toilet, retching. Fred wrapped the towel around her baby and rubbed his back as Wesley poked his head into the airplane bathroom and sighed.
"I'll go get some ginger ale."
"Thank you."
Wesley left and Drix stood, wiping his mouth. Fred cleared his wet brown hair out of his face. It was longer now that it wasn't gelled and combed neatly. Deciding that it'd probably be better to get him something to eat and drink so he could rest, Fred drained the bathtub water and wrapped the towel around him. She then carried him to an adjourning bedroom and put him in his underwear and a white t-shirt of Wesley's.
Wesley smiled as Fred pulled the shirt over Drix's head and sat him on the bed. She took the can of ginger ale from him and held it out to Drix. For a moment, the little boy looked at it and then at Fred. He seemed surprised to see her, as if he hadn't noticed she was there before. He then looked at Wesley and jumped off the bed in fright, running to the window.
"W-where am I? Who are y-you?"
"Drix, sweetie, we're your parents. Don't you remember?"
"M-my parents are dead. They were killed by a vampire. I'm a Watcher-in-training. They were Watchers. They loved me. I'm going to make them proud. I'm going to be a good Watcher. . ."
Fred and Wesley looked at one another as their son ranted. Tears were falling down his face and his voice kept getting louder and louder until he had attracted the attention of Angel, Reagan, and Amelia, who came running in.
"You can't be my parents, they're dead. There's thunderstorms and I. . .I'm so confused."
Fred ran to her baby and wrapped her arms around him, lifting him. He sobbed into her shoulder.
"I'm. . .so. . .confused. . .make. . .it. . .stop."
Fred kissed his cheeks and cried along with him. She should have killed that bastard for what he had done to their family. Finally, Drix wore himself out and fell asleep. Fred laid him in bed and kissed his forehead.
She gently stroked his hair as he slept. Wesley sent the girls with Angel to get some lunch and sat down beside her.
"He'll be okay, Fred, he's just in shock."
"What did they do to him?"
Wesley pushed his childhood out of his mind, thinking it better if he didn't answer that question.
"I think we should leave him to rest, love."
"We can't just leave him alone though, what will happen if he wakes up?"
"We'll be back long before that, I promise."
Fred looked at Drix, he seemed peaceful. She nodded.
"Okay, but we can only be gone five minutes."
"Of course, love."
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Thirty minutes later. . .
Drix opened his eyes and looked around. He had felt something near him. He couldn't see anything of suspicion though. He felt it again, only this time, it was closer, it was on the bed with him. He rolled over and was greeted with the sight of two girls leaning over him, the girls he had seen earlier.
"D-don't hurt me, p-please."
Reagan looked at her sister, inquisitively. Why would they hurt this boy? He seemed nice enough.
"We promise we won't. You're our brother."
"I'm what?"
"Well, you're my baby brother and he big brother, you're only a year apart though."
"So, those p-people are our parents for real?"
"Huh-huh."
"Do they. . ."
Drix didn't want to ask this question. If it sounded stupid in his head, it would sound stupid out loud.
"Do they what?"
"Love us?"
"A lot."
Drix looked up to see his parents standing in the doorway. His mother came to him and sat down beside him, gently rubbing his back.
"We love all of you a lot."
Fred kissed Drix's head and he hugged her tightly.
"I love you, Mummy."
Fred kissed her baby's head and smiled.
"Listen to you, you sound like your daddy."
Wesley smiled and held Reagan in his arms. Amelia leaned on his shoulder.
"I guess we're a family now, huh?"
"We've always been a family, we just forgot for a little while, that's all, nothing's going to hurt us anymore though, I promise."
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Filler chapter. Is it the end? No! What did you think?