A/N: Not so much a filler chapter but it is told mainly from Shellobeth's POV again. Possibly last time in the story its told from her POV but since yesturday was mother's day and my sis posted a picture of my baby nephew playing with his foot it just had to be done :P And if you could have guessed I had the giggles while I wrote this. So in this chapter Shellobeth tries to think of who Mommy and Daddy are but becomes to interested in other things in the mean time.

The cries of a starving infant with second degree burns is murder on ones ears. When the chilly night scratches at her skin and her cries become louder, well the hearing in one ear is slowly beginning to fade and by the time one discovers that the child has just wet herself, well by now their ears are dead.

"Oh! What is it now?" Grell yelped as he looked down at the small bundle in his arms.

In trying to quiet her she had been wrapped up in his favorite jacket which by now had spit-up, tears and what he only prayed wasn't urine. This attempt seemed successful about an hour ago when the warmth and dryness of the jacket seemed to have lulled the child to sleep but no here she was wide awake again and screaming as though her short life had depended on it.

"Umph!" The baby Shellobeth gasped out as she put her hands over her small tummy and began to cry louder.

"Thats right..." The reaper mumbled as the thought struck him. "You died of starvation."

Shellobeth looked up at him with what seemed to be pleading eyes. All she wanted was the pain in her tummy to go away then she would be better. The red-head thought it over for a minute then looked down at the baby big pink eyes.

"Well there's a problem, two actually. The first being that I have nothing on hand and the second being that although the town is just a few blocks a walk it's almost two in the morning and all the shops are closed." He told her, but knew she wouldn't be able to understand any of what she just said. "I'm trying to explain this to an infant... And now I'm talking to myself, how desperate am I?"

Of course no one answered this so instead he tried to think this problem out in his mind. It seemed he only had two options now. The first being to return to The Dispatch with the child and find her something there, running the risk of not only disturbing the piece but also getting an earful from William about the importance of work or how children are troublesome or worse yet being entrusted with the caring of the child. Their second option -

"Its worth a try." He looked down at the whimpering infant and pulled the jacket tighter around her small frame. "Come along dear, we're going to visit the town morgue."

Shellobeth just stared up at him, she didn't care where he took her (Not like she had any sort of choice in the matter) as long as she was taken care of in the next twenty-five minutes she would be fine.

It was a relatively short walk from the side-walk they were on to the location at mind and surprisingly enough as they got closer to it the quieter the baby got.

"OK..." Grell took a deep breath and shifted the baby to one shoulder where she took up trying to suck on him, he then used his free hand to knock on the door.

Shellobeth tries biting at him but soon took her attention away from him when the door opened, she saw a strange looking man with silver hair standing in the doorway.

"And thank God you're home." Grell mumbled under his breath.

"Why wouldn't I be?" The man asked sounding a bit confused.

"Well..." Grell started but was cut off by Shellobeth's cries. "Oh would you shut up!"

The man giggled oddly at this and took the baby from Grell and cradled her.

"And whose this little princess?" He asked as Grell grimaced.

"Shellobeth Thompson." He answered bluntly. "She was the one I was going to reap tonight until-"

Grell gestured at the child's small size trying to indicate that before meeting her he hadn't the slightest idea that she was that young. As he rolled his hand at her Shellobeth stopped her crying and became interested in his hand.

"Aside from that, I couldn't run the risk of taking her back to the dispatch so- well here we are I guess." Grell tried to wrap up the conversation.

Shellobeth burst into tears again and began to stick her fist in her mouth.

"Oh and also her records say she died of starvation so yeah I guess shes a little hungry and she won't stop crying until either I'm deaf or she gets fed. Which reminds me, I came to ask if you had any milk I could borrow for her."

Much to the child's relief (And Grell's for that matter) as soon as this sentence was spoken she was given a bottle. As soon as she emptied it all of her earlier problems had faded away. Well except one. She was now alive and breathing but without guardians now. The only relatives the child seemed to have was her parents and by now they were only Lord knows where.

"Well an orphanage is an option." Grell muttered to himself as he waited with Shellobeth while her second bottle was made.

She looked up at him with her wide pink eyes and blinked a few times. Again, despite looking like a little red skeleton she still looked so adorable and innocent. To just abandon her seemed like the worst option out there.

"No. But if not an orphanage and not the Dispatch (for Will's sake apparently) then where." This was supposed to be more towards himself then anyone else but for some reason it go an answer.

"She could stay here."

Grell's head shot up too look up at Undertaker. Shellobeth looked at him to, mainly because he had a second bottle for her and a small bit because Grell was doing so also.

This almost seemed like a bad idea. Like all the other reapers Grell had heard most legends and above that a building full of coffin and dead bodies didn't seem like the proper place for a child, but it was nicer then the local orphanage, anyone would have to agree with that. Slowly he looked back down at the infant and tilted her head so she was looking back at him. It seemed silly to ask this but it seemed important.

"Would you like to live here Shellobeth?" He asked softly, holding the girl's tiny hands.

Shellobeth blinked a few times before looking in between the two men and then smiling looked around the rest of the inside of the moruge. It had been the first time Grell had seen her smile since she first opened her eyes earlier that night.

As the baby finished off her second bottle she took a glance around the room she was currently in. Something was off but she couldn't place it, something was different about the room she had fallen asleep in compared to the room she had woken up in but with the pain in her tummy finally gone she really could have cared less. One thing she did care about however were the men talking above her. She didn't recognize their voices but she could tell both were male and neither of them were yelling. Other than that everything else about their conversation was a mystery to her.

The words their were using were to big for her tiny mind to grab hold of but she still looked up at them and pretended to understand. She smiled brightly at them when they both looked down at her and she finally figured that the conversation must have been about her which if that was the case it probably wasn't anything bad. The one with red hair, whose jacket the girl was currently wrapped up in began to move his lips but the little girl couldn't understand a word he said except one. 'Here'.

She knew what that meant. Here was where she currently was and the last she checked the here she had been at was her home so in that case here must be home. She smiled brightly having figured this much out and began to giggle.

'What about home?' she cooed out in baby talk that neither male understood but took it as an answer to the question the baby had just been asked.

"Here it is then." The redhead sighed handing the baby over to the silver haired male.

'Course it is! Where else would it be?' Shellobeth cooed over to him and when he didn't respond figured he probably didn't hear her and that she shouldn't bother in asking again if it wasn't going to effect where home was.

The redhead stood up and turned away from the two and began to leave the room but then stopped and turned to them again.

"I'd ask for my jacket back but-" At that perfect second the infant spit up on the red fabric and burst into a fit of giggles when she saw the man's face drop. "Never mind."

After that he left, leaving behind both the jacket and a new thought for the tiny baby. She knew she had a mommy and daddy and that they lived in a home with her. So the man that just left didn't live here so he wasn't either of them then. Which lead to the new question of who was. She tried to figure this out but soon found her eyes begin to droop and then close.

'It can wait till morning. No ones going anywhere.' She yawned into her small hand and shut her eyes.

Now there defiantly was something different about home that Shellobeth just couldn't ignore when she woke up that morning. She had woken up in what seemed to be a wooden box that was deep red and her red blanket with sleeves was now black. The last time she had woken up her crib had bars and the sheets were light pink with little bunnies stitched on it. She didn't mind this change however once she realized that not only was this crib was more comfy then her old one but also that it smelled nice, like sweet stuff.

'I was thinking of somethin. But wha was it?' The baby thought as she tried to roll over onto her side to think. 'Sometin to do with home...'

It didn't take much time for her to forget about what she had done completely and take interest in something new. A little lump in her blanket was soon spotted.

'Wonder what that little thing is.' She thought to herself as she began to kick the blankets off of herself to get a better look.

What she found was a little pink something with a dark pink bow on it, and the thing seemed to be attached to her. She began to feel a bit scared, she had no idea what this creature was or if it bit. Slowly, she stretched out an arm and pinched the top of the pink thing. It hurt her, which to an baby of only two months could only mean that this thing did bite and would bite her again if she pinched it so when she tried a second time she cupped the creature in her hands and tugged at it. It slid from her leg and into her hand.

'I got it!' She giggled happily to herself as she held the 'creature' tightly and brought it up to her face for inspection.

When she looked into its mouth she saw that the creature was hallow, but it was still pretty scary to look at so she tossed it aside and looked down at where it had come from. She was both curious and a little frightened at the discovery of her own foot but again she was only two months old and didn't know any better and during her inspection of this knew limb which she discovered looked just like her hand she didn't notice two people entering her room.

"Oh! Isn't that just adorable?" One voice said. "Shes discovered her foot."

"I just came here to get my jacket." The other mumbled, this voice had gotten to baby's attention. "Its over on the chair, I see it."

She rolled back over to her right side and looked up. There stood the two males from the night before. She knew the red head, who had carried her around last night but did not live there so he couldn't be her mommy or daddy. At the sight of a familiar face the baby giggled and waved to him, he in return, simply stared at her with a curious expression, which grew eye more curious when the baby frowned suddenly.

'That it! I was trying to think of who mommy and daddy could be!' She turned her gaze from Red to the Silver-haired man. 'Now who the heck is this guy?'

She tried once again to figure it out but was suddenly distracted yet again when she saw the jacket, which she recognized as her blanket from the night before.

'Well that what happened to my blankey.' She thought as she watched Red hold it at a distance in his hand. 'I'll just guess its his blanky to. Well I got a new one so he can have his back.'

She hadn't realized it but she was caught staring at the pair who then looked at each other.

"I wonder if shes imprinted on anything yet." One said, but due to her still having the mind of a baby she did not know which.

"Well she is two months, shes bound to have a few by now." The other responded.

"According to her records though her parents never paid any mind to her, so I don't think shes seen anybody else other than us. I hope she hasn't imprinted yet, there is no way in hell that I'm going to play mother for that thing! Not after she ruined my favorite jacket." The first speaker spoke again.

"Maybe she hadn't yet. She is a human child after all, not a baby duck so it may take her longer to imprint." The second speaker spoke yet again.

"Oh I hope so." The first muttered as they both left the room.

'Baby ducky? I'm not one? But silly I am a baby.' Shellobeth cooed after them as she laid back down. 'What imprinting anyway?'

Shaking her head she curled up into a tiny ball and shut her eyes again. It may have been morning but all that discovering and thinking wore her out quickly, but she couldn't sleep right away because she had a new thought.

'I think that guy might've been daddy. He hasn't left yet. And Red has so he can't be. But they the only two I know so I wonder who Red is." She shook her head.

Today was an off day. Not a good day for thinking to much, so Shellobeth decided that she would save that thought for later.

'But didn't I already save it for later? Isn't today later?' Her eyes suddenly popped open only to close. 'I have no idea. I'm to tired to think now though... I'll just take things as is for now.'

After figuring now would be a good time for another nap, the baby tried to fall back asleep but much to her annoyance found herself being picked up and held. She opened up her eyes (this time knowing that shutting them again would be a vain attempt) and saw the silver-haired man holding her. She looked up at him and studied him. They both were smiling at one another and this put the child at ease but also in a way seemed to answer her question from earlier.

'Ya huh. He has to be daddy. because only daddy's smile at their babies like that.' the raven-haired child began to giggle happily from figuring all of this out. 'Which I think that makes Red my- Nah. He doesn't seem to live here. So I wonder who my mommy is then, I gotta figure this o- nah. I got more important things to think about right now. Such as what the heck that stupid pink thing that bited me is!'