AN: just to comment to review # 1 I got in Chapter 1…My sense of humor stretches to all horizons. If that makes any sense. And, I've never seen an entire alien movie from start to finish in my life. Not a big fan of sci-fi ;) But I'm glad you're willing to be open-minded if anything

And to review # 2: yes, I am going to continue, as you can see, and I'm planning on two sequels (evil laugh). And thank you for the compliment

Chapter 2

Freaky Clone Juice

Crawford tapped his finger on his forehead as he sat completely and utterly annoyed. He had developed another growth on his arm this time…come to think of it, he had gotten a scratch on that very same place from the very same mission.

That idiotic mission was set in a cloning lab of all places where some mad scientist had created air-borne clone juice or something. That entire mission was so confusing and it was so dark in the lab, he hadn't even identified who he was fighting. It seemed there were two other people in the room, but he could only defend himself with his own small knife and the visions he had had before.

Whatever the case, it looked like there would be yet another addition to the Schwartz household, for lack of a better term.

The only difference from the lump on his leg was that it came from a scratch slightly smaller and it developed after Aaron came into being. And, like Aaron, it was now around the size of a basketball.

Speaking of his teammates, they were on yet another mission, and had left him to baby-sit Aaron, who was watching Southpark tapes that Schuldig had recorded. If anything, it was some sort of look into American sub-culture.

Oddly enough, Aaron had begun to grow into what looked like a pre-teen even though he was only a week old. He was even tall enough to fit Nagi's school uniforms. At least he knew the boy was his…

"Uncle Schuldig said this is from America," Aaron said, tilting his head as the badly animated characters played their way across the screen. "Aren't you from America, Dad?"

"Yes, sometimes unfortunately," Crawford answered his sproutling. "You don't have to watch that toxic drivel if you don't want to."

"Do you think that thing on your arm will be a girl this time?" Aaron asked curiously. "That's what Uncle Farf said."

"Your Uncle Farfarellow is mentally disturbed. I wouldn't exactly take everything he says to heart."

"I kinda figured that after the speech about the glory of knives and heresy of God…" the smaller version of him said with a sweat-drop. "What happened to him?"

"I'll tell you when you're older."

"But I age everyday."

"Then ask your uncle, I'm not about to explain Berserker to you."

Aaron suddenly pasted a wide grin to his face. "Speaking of codenames…"

"No."

"But, Dad, Uncle Nagi's not that much older than me."

"No."

"Come on, I have same powers as you."

"No."

"And I'm not as stupid as Uncle Schuldig."

"You have a good point, but no."

"I wanna know who these Weiss people are and why we take so much joy in making them suffer, please?"

"It's not nice to beg, Aaron. Wait a few days, I'm sure Estet will force you to join."

"If you don't let me I'll ask you awkward questions."

"You're a clone; I'm your mother and also your father; and other kids have two parents because they're emotionally unstable." Now that one he had seen coming.

"Then why do I have three uncles? I know I'm not unstable."

"Because your Uncle Farfarellow cancels out any instability you may have, your Uncle Nagi is so quiet, he's almost non-existent, and your uncle Schuldig counts for the female half of parenting because I'm pretty sure he's gay."

The American gave an evil smirk as a 'No, I'm not!' blasted through his mind.

'You may not be yet…'

'Oh, and are you going to make me that way?'

'Nah, I'll leave that to Balmese…'

'It was just that once!' Schuldig thought at Crawford, but it was too late. 'I mean, uh…we're almost done with the mission and…uh…you're kid better not have messed up that tape!'

'Get back to work, Master Mind,' he responded.

"Dad."

The telepath aside, now was the time to think of college for Aaron. He had actually gotten glimpses of a future Aaron, and he seemed to stop aging at Crawford's own age. Harvard? Ah, his old alma mater.

"Dad…"

Or maybe one of those smaller universities in Louisiana, they could teach him great social skills. People who can barely speak English, which Aaron was already fluent in, of course usually attended said schools.

"Dad…?"

He had even heard of a foreign language teacher that wore colored wigs to match her outfits. There was even a history professor that admitted how cold and foreboding his own room was.

"Dad!"

"What!"

"Your arm is…wiggling…"

"Not again…"

"We're back, Aaron!" Farfarellow announced with a big smile on his face. "Have you been studying your knives?" He stopped as he noticed something fall from Crawford's arm. "IT'S A GIRL! I KNEW IT, I KNEW IT!" he rejoiced.

Sure enough, a little girl that looked identical to Brad and Aaron blinked and looked up at Farfarellow. "Daddy?"

"Imprinting," Nagi said simply.

"Sh-she called me Daddy!" Farfarellow gushed, picking the girl up in a hug.

"She's not mine…" Crawford groaned, putting his face in his hands.

"I'll call you Erin!"

"That's my name," Aaron said, confused.

"Uh-uh. E-R-I-N. It's a girl's name and…"

"It's Celtic," everyone chimed in unison with the exception of little Erin.

He finally got over Farfarellow gushing over his second sproutling when Crawford heard another telepathic message from Schuldig. 'I think Aaron should have a little lesson since you've kept him locked up since he sprouted.'

"Aaron, this is a girl," the German explained slowly, pointing to Erin.

"Yeah, I know, Uncle Schuldig. And you're not romantically interested in them, are you?"

"It was just that once…" he muttered.

"Alternative lifestyles hurt God," Farfie declared.

"What big words mean?" Erin asked with swirls in her eyes.

"Farfarellow opened his mouth to explained, but Crawford snatched Erin away. "We'll save that for later…

AN: may be willing to go with Schu/Youji thing going. Don't know. That was a very interesting conversation, no? Anyways, thankies for the reviews. Please give me more. Please? Reviews make me happy.