A/N: OK, so I feel kinda bad that I ended the drabbles just to write an actual plot so I decided to begin a trilogy called Burn. This one is part one: Infant stage. The next one has been posted as a drabble series: Whats Going On Anway? and the third one being planned is an AU called: As Clouds Fade. The only problem is I don't know how to start that third one so if you have any ideas, please send them in for that fic :D

Anywho, based on a song I heard in the car on the way to my stepmom's house! Here is the next chapter of WGTC!: A second we're not broken just bent.

It was one word. Just one, and yet that death-darting word was like poison on the young child's lips as she spoke it. An unwelcomed surprise filled the adults present who knew who she was her as she spoke it and made them regret ever taking her to the park where she had first heard the word.

Mama?

It was such an innocent word, but to the oddly colored people at the park, it was most vulgar than the words Bitch and Bastard that the child had already spoken earlier. Lime colored eyes darted slowly to the source of the word and found that it hadn't been the child who was calling for its mother earlier, rather it came from the red eyed child they knew very well as Shellobeth.

"Mama! Mama!" She began to almost chant happily at the sound of the new word as she sat in the grass and began to pull it out of the ground.

She suddenly looked confused as she began to piece together that Red-lady was Bitch, Red-friend was bastard, Silver-haired man was daddy, and blonde-friend was Ronny, but who was mama?

Turning her head suddenly, she soon discovered that mama was a woman who held her own dark haired child as lovingly as Shellobeth's father would hold her. The only difference was that this woman was a regular color and didn't giggle as much. This made her very confused but also a bit sad.

'So a mama is a girl daddy... But aren't I supposed to have one then?' Looking over at the two other reapers and seeing how awkward they looked, she figured something else out. 'Does that mean daddy is supposed to have a girl too?'

She pouted suddenly and tugged up more grass in a fit of frustration that many saw as just playing.

'But he got me already! No mama! It bad idea!' She paused and looked back over at the woman and child from earlier.

A tall, blonde man with green eyes rushed over to them and hugged them both tightly and kissed the woman's lips happily. The woman smiled at this, and when the kiss broke, she kissed the child's cheek after this as the child squealed happily.

'Bleh! That yucky!' She paused when another thought struck her. 'Mimmys are supposed to make both daddy and baby happy aren't they? But we already happy! We don't need one!'

She sighed as she tried to make sense of this all but in the end could only come up with one solution: I will ask daddy!

Getting to her chubby legs as fast as she could, she plucked a flower from the ground and toddled over to her father and held it up. He smiled softly and picked both her and the flower up. It was a silly gesture to him, the joy his daughter took in killing a lone plant and waving it about like a type of victory flag.

"What have you got there Shelly?" He asked softly as he took the flower from her.

"Fower." Shellobeth as she rubbed her tiny eyes but then remembered the question at hand. "Mama?"

If there had ever been a time that Shellobeth had seen her father go without a smile, now was that time. Frowning herself, the little girl stared at him with unblinking eyes until he smiled again. Getting upset over an overused word was not in this family's forte.

"She keeps saying that." Will muttered as he rubbed his forehead. "Do you think she is trying to tell us something?"

"I don't like to think of it that way Will." It was the voice of Adrian Crevan that answered, a tad more serious and smooth compared to his regular tone.

"I understand its an upsetting subject, but it is a bridge we have to cross." Will reminded him as he stepped forward and took the baby from him.

'Upsetting? That's not a good word!' Shellobeth gasped suddenly, grabbing both of their attention.

"Its been almost 100 years and I'm not really over it..." Adrian said bitterly, but still with a small smirk as he twirled the flower around his thin hands, eyes darting down to the chain of lockets that he wore around his person. "But who said I was upset by it? It actually amusing to think back on."

'100? That's a big number!' Shellobeth giggled suddenly and smiled brightly when this seemed to cheer up her father and friend.

"Perhaps she is just picking up on new words." Will said suddenly, as if attempting to change the subject.

"Hopefully." Undertaker's usual tone was returning as a giggle hung on the end of that sentence. "Well, that escalated quickly, hehe."

"Dadda?" Shellobeth asked suddenly as she reached out for him and Will returned her.

"Yes, princess?" He answered, though he knew she didn't have enough words in her vocabulary to answer him.

"Fower?" She pointed to the flower still in his hands as he handed it back to her and hugged it lovingly.

"She will need a mother soon though. She is a little girl after all and needs a female role model." Will piped in suddenly but then adjusted his glasses awkwardly when his friend shot him a dirty glare. "I am just saying."

"I think we're done with this conversation now." Undertaker said sternly as Will nodded. "Unless you want to end up in one of our coffins and six feet under."

"Very well." Will muttered but then a ghost of a smile appeared on his thin lips.

"Whatcha thinking, Willy?" The silver-haired reaper asked curiously.

"I just had a thought. Look." Both sets of green eyes looked down at the baby girl who was now trying to tuck the flower into her hair but only succeeded in spreading the petals around her head, purposely flicking her bangs up in all directions as she did so. "She seems to already have a role model in mind. And this one could surprisingly act as a great 'female' role model for her. For now at least."

Shellobeth looked up at the two and smiled softly as she waved the flower's stem at them and giggled happily.

'Red showed me how to!' Shellobeth tried to explain her pretty hair decorations through baby babbles.

"But I know for a fact, that a good role model isn't the only thing you're worried about for her." Will muttered, the atmosphere suddenly becoming gloomy again.

"I swear to God, Will. Bring it up one more time and see what happens." Adrian warned, his usual grin never wavering even though this beautiful scene was broken now.

"I swear, I turn into Sutcliff whenever I am away from my work." Will muttered as he suddenly heard heels approaching them. "Speak of the Devil."

"That bitch finally left, but she said the meanest things!" Grell complained as he stopped walking just in front of his friends, not at all phased by the storm clouds that fluttered near everyone and in fact, he waved them away as he approached. "Damn things come around worse than moths."

"Oh, Sutcliff, we were just talking about you." Will said with a slight smirk on his lips.

"Y-you where? What on Earth were you two talking about, because if it was something bad then I am going to get really angry all over again and that's not good for anyone's completion!" The three reapers were surprised when Shellobeth answered the question in her broken English.

"Bastard mama!"

This seemed to lift the dreary mood and carry it far far away.