Yes, I am alive! Haha!

WOW an update...So, just to tell you, this story is going to come to an end soon...maybe another 3-4 chapters, and then its the end.

Disclaimer: No, no and no. Except for the cute little kiddos, I don't own nothing.

PS: There is a six yesr jump, just so you know...


"Daddy, can we go to the pool now?" a little lavender-haired girl asked her father. A small red towel hung over her shoulders, trailing on the carpeted floor of her parents' bedroom.

In the bed, Archie sighed, turning over in bed.

"Not now, Amber. Daddy's trying to sleep." He said, moving closer to Atlanta, who was still sleeping.

Pouting, Amber climbed onto the mattress.

"But you promised!" She whined, shaking her father. Groaning, Atlanta drew herself up on an elbow.

"A promise is a promise, Archie," she said, a grin on her face. "You promised her that you would teach her to swim, so go ahead."

Sending glares to his wife, Archie grudgingly got out of the warm covers. "But she wouldn't go to sleep! I had to tell her something!" seeing the double 'look' from the two females, Archie huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Fine. Amber, is Alex awake yet?"

Grinning maliciously, Amber used the inhuman speed that she had acquired from her mother to get to her brothers room fast.

Hearing a shriek and a thump, the parents guessed that Alex was indeed, awake now.

Sighing, Archie threw the covers away, while Atlanta snuggled deeper into them.

"Oh no you don't," The Warrior said, jumping back in. "If I get up, so do you, little missy!" He said, while he tickled Atlanta's sides, making her shriek out.

"No, Archie, stop it!" She laughed, unable to stop squirming.

"Don't worry mommy, we're coming!" a small voice suddenly cried out. Out of nowhere, two little bundles jumped on Archie's back, sending his face crashing into the pillows.

"We've got him!" Alex cried, his spiky red hair ruffled, more so than usual.

Laughing, Atlanta stood up, grabbing her daughter as she went.

"What would you like for breakfast, sweetie?" she asked, hugging her daughter.

Archie suddenly ran to them, Alex on his shoulders.

"Watch what you say Amber. You know how dangerous it is to eat your mom's cooking..." he said, winking at the little one, who giggled.

Sticking her tongue out at Archie, Atlanta got a few pots and pans out, while Amber ran to the fridge, getting the eggs and milk.

"Can we have scrambled eggs, mommy?" she asked sweetly, looking up at her mother with big blue eyes. Smiling softly, Atlanta took the eggs, breaking them and letting the insides slide into the bowl where she whisked it.

"Of course, sweetie. And how about you, Alex, would you like eggs as well?"

Nodding enthusiastically, Alex started running around, laughing while chasing his sister vainly, knowing he could never catch up.

Suddenly, he stopped, and turned to his parents.

"Mommy, daddy, can we go ask if Tania and Jacob want to come?" he asked, his hazel eyes wide in anticipation. Amber came jogging up to Archie, holding his leg and pulling on his boxers.

"Please daddy?" she asked, looking up at him with big blue eyes.

Bending down, he picked her up in his arms. "Alright, but be careful, and while you're there, ask Theresa and Jay if they want to come, alright?" he said, kissing her on the cheek.

Letting her down, she and her twin rushed to the door, running down to the stairs, where their friends lived.

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"Pool, here we come!" Alex cried happily, walking next to a boy with light brown eyes and hair.

Behind them, Amber and another girl where walking, her long ginger hair held up in a ponytail, contrasting vividly with her dark green eyes.

Behind them, the parents followed, composing of Archie and Atlanta, as well as Jay and Theresa.

The couples smiled as they looked at their children frolic around, chasing each other and laughing.

"They're growing up so fast..." Theresa said, melting into Jay's embrace. "Just yesterday, they where newborns, and now, they are six years old, going on seven. Where has the time passed?"

Eyes twinkling, Atlanta leaned on Archie, who passed his arm around her waist, kissing her on top of her head.

"Eeeewww!"

Looking down, he saw that the four kids where looking at them, disgusted looks on their faces.

"I'm never going to do that!" Alex said, shaking his head from side to side. "Yeah, me neither," Jacob echoed.

"I'm never going to let a boy do that to me!" Amber said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, we're going to be like Artemis and Atalanta!" Tania said, crossing her arms too. Frowning, Tania put a finger to her lips. "Wait, who's Artemis again? Oh yes, the virgin goddess of the hunt!" She said proudly.

Amber opened her eyes wide in confusion.

"What's virgin?" she asked her friend, who shrugged. Turning around, she faced her parents.

"Mom, dad, what's a virgin?" she asked innocently.

"Yeah." The three others repeated, suddenly curious.

Looking at Atlanta uneasily, Archie scratched the back of his neck.

"Um, well..."

"We'll tell you when you're older." Atlanta said calmly, looking into the pairs of different coloured eyes of the children.

"Look kids, we're here!" Theresa cut in, wanting a change of subject.

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Rugged breathing could be heard from the tree. It scared the birds away, and passing pedestrians looked up in confusion.

The figure was hidden in shadows, its favourite place these past times. From its perch, the shadow could see right into the community pool, where four special children where swimming, accompanied by four parents that he knew well. His vision passed over all of them. The ginger-haired girl, the brown haired one boy, the lavender haired one girl, and the redheaded boy.

The redhead...yes, that was the one he wanted. That he needed.

Yes, he needed to get rid of him. He did not enjoy competition. Not at all.

Gazing at the parents, his hatred surged. Especially when he looked at him. The one that had stolen her love from him. It was all because of him. They could have had a wonderful life together, and had children, and raised a family...

"Soon..." he whispered roughly.

"You will soon know the meaning of Panic once again, my Love..."