Sorry guys I haven't uploaded in a while. Been sick...:P Well I read your reviews, and I heard one of you say flashback! I love doing flashbacks, but I didn't think I should put so many in here, but I'll do a few. Please tell me what you think about this chap.!

Chap. 9

"Happy Birthday, lad!" He hears his Uncle Nigel shout as he enters the kitchen in his pajamas. He sees that his Uncle has fixed him the breakfast of a lifetime: Bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles, fruits, milk, and OJ. His mouth then begins to water, but he wonders why the breakfast is so big. Him, and Nigel could not eat nearly that much. This breakfast was made for an army.

Private hopped onto the barstool, and grins at his Uncle, "Thank you, Uncle Nigel, but I don't think that I can eat all this, and neither can you." He shakes his head, and giggles when he looks at the plies, and plies of food. A ripe old seven year old defiantly couldn't eat all this.

Uncle Nigel grins, and puts his elbows on the bar facing Private, "Well, I sure hope not that we could eat all this!" He chuckles, "That's why I invited a few fellows to come over!"

Private's face brightens after he said this, "Their coming?" He practically jumps up, and down with excitement, "Was that my big surprise?" He asked, but before he could get an answer the front door opens with not a stranger in sight of Private's view.

He jumps from his stool, and runs into one of the stranger's arms, "Skippah, K'walski, Rico!" He yells, as he is lifted up high to be thrown, and catch by. He giggles, and giggles. He already knows that this we'll be the best birthday ever with the other half of his family with him. Each of them get a turn to hug him, tickle him, and throw him up high in the air. They smile when he laughs, and laughs.

Skipper takes him from Kowalski's arm, and places him on belly. Private grabs Skipper's button on his coat, and fumbles with it, "I have a big surprise for you." Skipper says, to the boy who still fumbling with his button, but looks up excited.

"What? What is it?" He squeals with excitement. He wants to know the surprise right away. He loves surprise, last year Uncle Nigel, and the others surprised him with a trip to the zoo! It was so much fun for Private. His favorite animal had to be the Penguins they did the neatest tricks when he when there. He also saw the lemurs, Private thought they were very silly, but Skipper didn't like them at all. He said they were too loud for him to like.

Skipper winks, "You'll just have to wait!" Private pouts, "Don't give me that look Private, we have to eat first." He sits Private in the barstool, and fixed him a plate, "Do you want pancakes, or waffles?"

"Pancakes with extra syrup!" Privates exclaims, as Kowalski, and Rico sit down. Kowalski pinches Private, as if he forgot to say something, "Oh, yeah…Please Skippah!" Skipper smiles at how cute Private still was even if he was seven. Especially, when he told the team that he could do things on his own like dress himself, which ended terribly, he had put everything on backwards he had even put his shoes on the wrong feet. The team had taken a picture of that, so when Private was older, and had a girlfriend they could torment him. Wasn't that what families where for?

They enjoy the meal, and carry on in chatters. Asking Private many questions of how he had been since they only got to see him on holidays, and on his birthday. He pipe up about how his school got a new playground, and how he loved the swings. He told them that he wish he could fly, but the swing was the closest thing to flying. They ask him more questions, and he answers them of course.

Private's light bulb appears over his head. He gleamed to turn towards Skipper, "Skippah, can we go to the playground? Please?" He brought in the puppy eyes, and the puckered lip. How could Skipper refuse a face like that? Private was certain he would get his wish.

Skipper ruffled his head making his curly ringlets bouncing with joy, "Sure, Private." Skipper wanted to make the boy happy as much as he could. His surprise would be a big change in his life, and Skipper wasn't for sure about his reaction being happy about it. So he wanted to spend the whole day doing what Private wants to do, until he would tell Private about his surprise.

After hearing that, Private, gobbled his food all down making Rico look like a slow eater. He skid down off the barstool, and ran off to change clothes. Nigel smiled, as he washed the dishes, "I going to miss the lad, that's for sure." Nigel dries his hands on a towel, "I hope you know that parenting is not all fun, and games."

Skipper gives a fake shock face, "And here I thought it was!" Nigel glares, "Nigel, I kid."

Nigel points at him, "This is a whole different level. This is going to be different for each one of you." He says, eyeing each one. Nigel didn't feel like they were ready for this. He knew they came to see him around holidays, or when they were close near England on a mission. This time it was different they were taking Private away from him. It hurt Nigel's heart to think about it. He had Private since he was an infant, but Nigel knew that the boy needed to have a team by his side. He needed more than an Uncle he needed a whole family that only Skipper, Rico, and Kowalski could offer.

Kowalski clear his throat, "I think I speak for all of us, Nigel, Private means the world to us. We wouldn't let anything happen to him you of all people know that."

Nigel scoffed, "If anyone one was to hurt him, all of you would strangle that person."

Skipper sipped his coffee as he said this. Skipper knew what he was trying to get at. This was a kid, a seven year old that was going to be in an elite force of agents. It's hard not to think about what the child will go through. What the whole team would have to overcome. How to actually care for him not to just treat him like he was another new agent. This would be completely different task than any other.

"Then why worry about him, Nigel?" Kowalski inquired, stepping down from his barstool to bring his plate to the sink.

Nigel sighed, but Skipper answer for him, "This is a kid, Kowalski. This is different than anything we've ever done before. A whole new ballgame." Kowalski raise his brows, "We have to do things differently from before." Kowalski nodded, he understood.

"What differently?"

They each turned their heads to hear that small little British voice from below. Private stood, holding the corner of the wall. He was afraid that they were talking about him. Skipper smiled, "Classified," Private groaned, and Skipper smiled even more, "Ready to go?"

Private nodded, but added, "Will I ever get to know what you were talking about, Skippah?"

Skipper looked over to Kowalski, "Kowalski give me the stats on that."

Kowalski walked over to Private, and pick him up off the ground. Kowalski looked into his baby blues he already knew the stats. But Private's eyes shone of hope that his answer would be good. Kowalski mentally groan, "Statically speaking, Skipper?" Skipper nodded, "Then, Private, statically speaking you will more than likely…uh…No." Private frowned.

Kowalski looked at Private, "Hey, now, no frowning. It's your birthday! Let's go, and do the things you wanted to do!"

Private smiled, "Will you tell me the surprise?"

"That's up to Skipper, not me." Kowalski turned to face Skipper, who was still drinking coffee. Kowalski always knew Skipper was addicted to coffee. Skipper also had a strange liking to put a fish taste scent into it. It made Kowalski gag.

"Alright, birthday boy," Skipper said, putting down his coffee, "It's time for me, and you to have a chat about your 'surprise'. How about you, and me head to the playground you're talking about, and talk about your surprise there."

Private nodded happily, taking Skipper hand to walk out the door of Uncle Nigel's house. Skipper grasps his hand hard, and the rest of the crowd cheers him a, "Happy birthday, Private!" Private grins about not knowing what to expect from his surprise.

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Private's eyes shifted open. He stared at the clock in the hotel room he was in. He watch as it ticked-tock to the eleven. He rubs his eyes, and the clock strikes eleven. He smiles about the dream he had, or the memory he had, and says out loud, "Happy birthday, Private…" He lifts his head from the couch he sleeps on, and looks into the room from behind the couch. The girl that was going to pickpocket him lied slumbering. Private placed his head back, and his eyes shut, "Happy birthday, indeed, Private..."

I thought that this would be a good chapter for Private's Birthday! I hope you guys like the flashback! Please tell me what you thought, and I'll be working on the next chap.! ;)

-AdorkABLE Rosy