Hey my names Arti, and I KNOW Doyle will come back to the Secret Saturdays, until then, you can just read this. Sorry if it's short, this is not a one-shot. thanks to my BFF, Cer for drawing inspiration. Enjoy.

"Come on," Zak grunted as he trying to get Doyle's trunk open. It was about a week since Doyle left and Zak wanted to see what Doyle had stashed in there. "Almost there." Finally Zak got the lid off, but what he found in there…

"WHAT!!!" Zak practically yelled out. Almost immediately Doc and Drew raced out, Power Glove and Fire sword respectively in their hands. Fisk, Komono, and Zon also came. Every one was there, except for Doyle.

"Is that Doyle's suitcase?" Doc asked Zak. "Um…" Zak replied sheepishly, trying to hide Doyle's now open suitcase behind his back. "Zak, why were you trying to go through your uncles suitcase?" Drew asked, giving him the 'Mom Stare' "well, maybe it can help us figure out where Doyle went." Zak lied; he really just wanted to see if there was some concussion grenades in there. "Emsomor." Fisk said angrily, while Zak made a hushing noise.

"Hmm, you maybe on to something, Zak." Doc thought out loud. "But, there's nothing in there but some old clothes." Zak stated. Every one looked at the abandoned suitcase, Zak was right, there was only a few sets of clothes, "Wait," Drew said, reaching in there and carefully tucked under one of Doyle's shirts, was a book.

Baby blue and just small enough to fit in one of Doyle's carrying pouches, there was just a single word on the cover. "Family Photos?" Drew read the small indigo print on the cover, then carefully flipped the cover over.

On the first page there was a photo of a younger Doyle, around eighteen years old. He was shorter and thinner and his Mohawk was longer. He was with a woman that looked around sixteen. She had long brown hair with a tawny cowboy hat on. She was wearing overalls that hid most of her figure but the way Doyle was holding her, she was very curvy.

He was smirking, as if to say, "Sorry, you can't have her, she's all mine." and she was giggling, with her eyes closed, and her mouth wide open, revealing a missing front tooth. They were next to a sign saying, "Welcome to Hollows Hill.". Right next to the photo said 'Doyle and Carrie, Romeo and Juliet. (Except we'll end better)' Everyone looked at each other. "Doyle has a girlfriend?" Zak shouted, amazed that his uncle didn't tell him.

"Just because they're dating then doesn't mean they're dating now, Zak." Drew said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Your mother's right Zak, knowing Doyle, she could just be one in a long line of girlfriends." Doc agreed. After about five whole pages of them together, Doc's theory about Doyle and Carrie quickly fell apart.

The Saturdays soon came across Doyle's wedding photo, or what they thought was Doyle's wedding photo. It consisted of Carrie, in a wedding dress, but with her cowboy hat still on, being carried by Doyle, in a tux, riding his jetpack, that had a 'just married' sticker on it, being chased by a very angry, wiry old man, holding a shotgun. It said 'Our five minute 'shotgun' wedding'

Drew looked at Doc and said sarcastically "Well what do you know, she isn't just one in a long line of girlfriends." "Isurmur" Fisk agreed, his arms crossed. Doc sighed, he knew he was out numbered. "Let's just go to the next page."

They passed through page after page, watching as Doyle and Carrie settled into a small town, and Carrie's stomach started protruding out. It was obvious she was pregnant. "I have a cousin!" Zak yelled happily.

"We can play baseball and video games and…" he trailed when he saw a happy bubbling redheaded little girl with her mother's bright green eyes being carried by a nineteen year old Doyle with a seventeen year old Carrie watching with a small smile on her face. The writing next to it said 'It's a girl!'

Immediately Zak's happiness dissolved into disappointment. He immediately slumped "Oh, it's just a girl." He muttered. Drew glared at him "And what doe's that mean, young man?" Drew said angrily to her son. "Women can be just as strong as men." "Whatever." Zak muttered angrily, still not believing that she'll be just as fun as a boy. "What I'm wondering is where they went?" Doc said, changing the subject.

They looked as the little girl, Triennia, grew into a happy little four-year-old, when Carrie disappeared. Soon there was a picture of a funeral. "Woah" Zak said astonished and sad for his uncle and cousin. Fisk wiped a tear from one of his eyes. Doc's eyes grew wide. Drew put a hand over her mouth. "Poor Doyle, it must have been heart breaking for him." She said sadly. "And Trienna, to be four years old, and her mother dead." Doc put a hand on her shoulder, "I know it's sad, but crying won't help her or Doyle," He reassured her. "Carrie would have wanted us to find Doyle."

They slowly turned the page and watched as countless nannies and baby-sitters quit after a session with her, until kindergarten. Then came a drawing of Doyle riding what looked like a bird and an angel with the title on top 'wat mi mome ad dade do bi Treauna' it was crudely drawn and done by a six year old.

Next came photos of Trienna, (or Ruthi as she was called at home) growing up, in detention, in JAIL, ("How doe's an eight year old even get in jail?" Doc asked angrily.) And being chased by a nerd stalker.

The book ended at an eleven-year-old Ruthi with Doyle, with a weird looking metal box with dials and a joystick. Doc closed the book, and looked at his family, suddenly feeling protective of them. Drew took the book and opened it to a specific page. Silently they set the course to a small town in the country. A town called Hollows Hill.

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