Hey. Sorry for the wait, I've been busy.

Ethan is up to his old tricks again.

Enjoy.

Emily sat on the floor by the ADD with Jess, bouncing Becker up and down. Both women smiled as he giggled with joy. It was Emily's turn to watch Becker, but Jess wanted to spend time with Becker too, so they decided to do both their turns together. Emily sat Becker down so he could play with his shoes.

"So how was he last night?" Emily asked just as Becker fell backwards. They both laughed lightly before Jess spoke.

"He was so quiet. He made no sound when he slept and when he was awake he just looked around,interested by my flat." Emily nodded understanding why Becker would act like that. Babies always found new places and people interesting.

"Did he try to crawl anywhere?" Emily remembered when she was younger her father saying she always wanted to escape somewhere by crawling when she was a baby.

"He did! But he didn't go anywhere." The both laughed, but their laughter was soon killed.

"Ladies," announced Lester, "this is Mr Crawley." Emily looked at the man.

He was just taller that Emily, and fat. He had a flat nose and short brown hair. He wore a suit with bow and tie and had a cane. Matt was nearby and Emily could see that he disliked the man. Emily smiled in her head. Matt had slowly become Becker's father figure, which was a shock to all, as the two never really liked each other when Becker was an adult. However, no one complained. Becker had too many mother figures and no one had opened up to be his father figure, but Matt slowly and secretly was.

"He's here from social services," Lester continued. A few hearts stopped. Emily had heard about them and stood up to make a fight. However, Mr Crawley held his hands up in defence.

"Now, now, I'm not going to take Little Becker away. I am just here to see how things out going."

"We're fine," Matt said before anyone else could. Mr Crawley eyed Matt, taking a dislike to him. Matt returned Mr Crawley's glare.

"I'm sure you are, but we'll need some proof. Have you filled out a few forms, answered a few questions. Have Little Becker checked up on..." Mr Crawley didn't get a chance to say anything else.

"I'll go with you," Emily and Jess said at once. All eyes were on them, but both women stood tall with their decision. Mr Crawley looked at Lester who nodded. Mr Crawley nodded back.

"Alright, ladies, you and Little Becker can come with me." He turned to leave and the girls followed, Emily carrying Becker.

As soon as they were gone and Lester was about to go back into his office, Conner ran up to him.

"Do you think they'll be okay?" He asked.

"A Victorian woman that knows nothing of the world, a loveable, can't keep a secret, unflappable in stressful situations nineteen-year-old and a troublesome baby... We have no hope in the world." Conner's childish smile disappeared as Lester straightened his suit and walked into his office.

Dr Hank took another sip of his coffee. The one he had secretly put whisky in. He felt disgusted with himself. They were going to die and it was his entire fault, his fault. They were falling right into his trap and he had helped him. Dr Hank took another sip of the coffee. He had used them to save his own backside. He wanted to scream. Scream for help, scream for mercy, scream for his life, scream for theirs. However, it would be no use. He took another sip. He knew what was going to happen.

He took another sip.

"At the rate you're drinkin' that dear coffee anyone would think it had alcohol in it." Dr Glass said from behind him, slightly making his jump. He smiled back at her, unknown to her that it was a sad smiled. She walked away leaving Dr Hank to his thoughts.

He knew and it was his entire fault.

Jess looked out the window. There was nothing but trees everywhere for what seemed like miles on end. She sat on the right side of the car with Emily on the left and Becker in-between them. Jess took a quick look at Becker. He was playing with his boots, off in his own little world without a care for reality. If only he could be like that all the time. So sweet and carefree. It always seemed like he had the weight of the world on his shoulders, bags under his eyes and hair sometimes messy. Jess really liked Becker, but what she felt the most was his sorrow. The fact that he only got one holiday a year, which was only a week and he had paper work to do in that holiday. Everyone else got around three – five holidays a year and had no work to do in that time. Becker never got a break and Jess could never understand why. He was always running around doing something and never stopping, which somewhat explained why he didn't like doing nothing. When Jess really thought about it, Becker only did nothing when he had been injured and forced to sit at home. Jess had checked his medical records and he hadn't been off work with a cold in nearly three years. It was as if he was immune to every cold that ever was. When Jess compared adult Becker to Baby Becker, it was... well, she wondered if they were actually the same person. Baby Becker did nothing, but cause trouble, but was still adorably cute. Becker dropped one of his shoes. Jess leaned down to get it for him.

"Thke," Becker said as he took the boot off her.

"Ha, didn't know he spoke monkey. Bit like Sunny from Lemony Snicker's Series of Unfortunate Events, " Mr Crawley said. He gripped the steering wheel tightly. The car was old and smelly. It had grey seats and a sliver dashboard. It looked very funny, as if it had all had one very bad paint job. The outside was a mixture of brown, black and white, which Jess thought was odd for a social worker.

"Actually, Sunny didn't speak-" Jess started, but was cut off.

"Yes, yes, lovely Jess but we are mainly here to talk about Becker," he said. Jess huffed, a little annoyed that Mr Crawley didn't listen to her. "Now, has he been having nightmares?" Emily and Jess looked at each other then back at him in the front if the car.

"No. He slept peacefully." Jess replied, acting a bit cold for her normal self. Emily guessed she didn't like him much at all, but to tell the truth, neither did she. Mr Crawley nodded, making notes in his head.

"Does he speak any English?"

"Not that we know of so far," replied Jess. She seemed to be doing all the talking. Unknown to Jess and Emily, Mr Crawley started to slow the car down. Becker noticed this and started making a few noises. Emily hushed him. Becker scowled at her and crossed his arms. This made him even cuter, so he didn't get the message across.

"When was his last check up?"

"Pardon?"

"At the doctors," Mr Crawley said dryly. Jess nodded,biting her lip.

"Actually, he hasn't had one since-" Mr Crawley slammed his foot on the breaks causing everyone to jolt forward. He took off his seat belt and half turned to face them.

"Since when?" he asked coldly, eyes digging into both women. Jess suddenly felt a little scared, as Mr Crawley's voice didn't sound his own.

"We…" Jess trailed off, looking at Emily for help. Emily just stared blankly. Jess and Emily rattled their brains for a reply. Mr Crawley turned back to face the front and unknown to Jess and Emily, started to play with his face.

"Miss Parker and Miss Merchant, could you please inform me of when you last encountered an Ethan?" Emily and Jess looked at one another.

"How do you know our last names?" Jess questioned, picking up Becker onto her lap, slightly scared.

"How do you know Ethan?" Emily questioned more boldly.

"Because I am he!" The man that once was Mr Crawley had snapped round, hissing his words. Ethan glared at the pair of them. Emily and Jess pressed themselves up against the back of the chairs, trying to stay as far away from Ethan as they could.

Emily stared, half in shock half in horror. This man was brutal and murderous and had tried to kill her once before. He would do again and use whatever and whoever to get what he wanted. Whatever he wanted was never good. Whatever he wanted now wasn't going to be good either. A million questions and thoughts ran through Emily's head and non could she answer. The only one she could answer was what he wanted and her guess was that it was herself. Why go through all this trouble if he wasn't going to get something cleaned up and finished with? He was going to clean her up by killing her and Jess and Becker were just bonuses.

"Now what?" Emily asked, trying to get a few answers.

"Well, I did have three birds to kill, but I now have four instead. Therefore, I thought I might kill two birds out of that four, with one stone. Then get to the other two later." Ethan smiled wickedly. Emily shook her head.

"You talk rubbish." Emily spat back.

"Really? Do. I. Now?" Ethan quickly got out of the car, slammed the door shut and locked it. Emily watched helplessly as Ethan smiled at them then ran off into the woods.

Emily and Jess looked around for a moment, wondering what Ethan had planned. What did he have planned? Emily knew he was going to kill them, but how? Poison gas? Struck by lightening? Have them suffocate? Have them starve? What? Emily's eyes flickered everywhere. So did Jess's. Emily undid her seat belt and crawled into the front. She looked around, ran her fingers over the dash board, looked under the chairs and then climbed back to her seat. There was a deathly silence in the car. The clock changed from 10:30am to 10:31am. Both Jess and Emily breathed heavily, waiting for something, if anything, to happen.

Becker looked from Jess to Emily and back again. Emily slightly noticed this and wondered if he even knew of the danger they were in and how life threatening it was...

Unknown to Emily, Becker did know what was going on. Becker looked around just as they had done and then looked at them. Once again, it was up to Action Man to save the day, up to him. Becker knew that one day he'd die doing his job, but what really got him was that he hadn't decided if he was okay with that.

The down side to being a baby for Becker was that he really just wanted to play and Becker was now bored. He looked around for his boots. He liked his boots. They were fun. He saw them by Jess's feet. Jess was too wrapped up in her thoughts to notice him climbing down for them. He may be a baby, but that didn't mean he couldn't do anything himself. He was reaching for his boots when something caught his eye. It was a book under the driver's seat. The seat Emily didn't look under.

Becker gave a little cry to alert Jess and Emily. They noticed him. Jess picked Becker up along with his boots. Becker realized she hadn't seen the book and so quickly grabbed it as she lifted him up. He waved the book around, trying to get their attention.

"What's this Becker?" Jess asked, taking the book off him and placing Becker in the middle again. "Trains," Jess read the front. Becker looked out the window and secretly smiled and started to laugh.

He'd so done it again.

Jess pulled a bookmark out of the front of the book. There was a list of times on the bit of paper. The last one was circle: 10:42am. Jess looked at Emily. They both then looked out the window.

"Emily, we're on train tracks." They both turned to one another with panicked looks. They both jumped into the seat in front and started trying to unlock the doors. The pulled and pulled, but nothing. They smacked the glass, but nothing happened. Emily shoved her whole body against the door, but nothing happened. Jess took off a heel and started hitting the glass with it, but nothing happened, apart from Jess breaking the heel.

In the distance, they could all hear the train coming.

Becker watched both women scramble with the locks and smash the windows. Becker looked at the paper then the clock. It said 10:38am. Becker may not have known time, but he knew they didn't have long until a train smashed into them. Becker yawned, getting bored again. He didn't really want to die by being crushed by a train. He wanted to die for something better, so he'd really of liked it if Jess and Emily could get him out of there.

However, he knew that their brains were a bit too small to be able to do that.

Becker grabbed a boot and looked inside. He was glad he had put an ordinary knife in one boot and a penknife in the other. Becker reached for the knife. It was a Swiss Army Knife with a blade of 12 inches. He took it out of the boot whilst Jess and Emily started pressing the buttons of the radio like they were going to be ejected out of the car like in some spy movie. Becker shook his tiny head. This was no movie. Becker was getting bored again and really wanted to sleep, but he had a job to do… As ever.

Becker crawled across to Jess's side and looked up at the window. Becker really wished he knew how to stand. Becker, however, didn't give in. He held up the knife and dug it into the corner of the window. He stabbed it a couple of times before it broke. Glass fell to the floor and Becker worked quickly as the hole was just big enough to…

"Becker?" Emily and Jess spun round. To their horror, Becker was nowhere to be seen. They scrambled into the back seats to see glass everywhere and a big hole in the window. To their horror even more, Becker sat on ground next to the car on the train tracks.

The clock turned to 10:40am.

"Oh ****!" Emily said, pressed up against the window. Jess frowned.

"Since when did you start swearing?"

"Jess! We are about to be run down by a train and all you can ask is when did I start to swear?"

"Okay, I get it. I'll even forget asking how Becker got out, but what I will ask is: How do we get out! That hole isn't big enough for us!" Jess half screamed. Emily thought whilst Jess calmed down. "This is so like Lemony Snicker's Series of Unfortunate Events," she said sarcastically. Emily frowned. She'd have to rent that movie from the movie store down the road from Matt's flat and watch it. If this was in the movie then she'd quite like it.

Emily grabbed the knife and started stabbing the window. Glass shattered in the wrong direction and fell onto her lap. She threw Becker's boots out the window and turned to Jess.

"You first, no arguments." Jess nodded and started to climb out of the small window. Emily looked at the clock. It said 10:41am. They only had one minute. Emily looked up to see the train clearly coming their way.

"Koo koo," Becker said pointing at the train. Jess fell on the floor next to him.

"Yes Becker, we know the trains coming." Jess stood up to help Emily out of the car. She threw the knife out first, which landed in front of Becker. Becker picked up the knife and started to put it back in his boot. Emily started to climb through the hole. Jess was a lot skinnier than Emily was and did not get stuck. Emily however was stuck. The glass dug through her clothes, causing irritating pain for her.

"Koo koo coker," Becker said.

"Yes Becker… We… We know the train is close." Emily said in between breaths. The jagged glass really was digging into her. Emily tired to get through, breathing in, even praying that she'd get through. Becker watched Emily with pleading eyes then looked back at the train.

"Koo Koo coker coker," he wailed. Becker had gone back into being a little baby again. He was losing himself to being like that. It was easier to be like that, almost normal for him.

"WE KNOW THE TRAIN IS ALMOST HERE!" Emily screamed. Becker shut up and grabbed his boots, tightly. Emily saw the train and was about to give up, but Becker had other plans. He looked up at Emily with giant puppy dog eyes and trembled his lip. Emily was sure her heart broke into two. Emily breathed in one more time and pushed herself through. She fell with a thud to the floor. Jess leaned down to her side, but Emily was quicker.

The clock said 10:42am.

Emily jumped up onto Jess, forcing her to the side, off the tracks. She grabbed Becker's baby suit pulling him along with her. The train smashed into the car, causing it to burst into flames that covered the train. Emily lay on top of Becker and Jess, protecting them from the flames. The train roared onwards as if nothing had happened. Emily rolled off Jess and Becker. All three of them lay on their backs. Becker in the middle, Emily to the right of him and Jess to his left. Just out of nowhere, Emily started to laugh. Jess shortly joined her, not understanding why she was laughing. Becker sat up and smiled at the pair of them. He knew why they were laughing because he had laughed like that a million times before. It was the laugh of near death experience, the fact that you were so close to dying, but didn't.

Becker heard a vibrating sound.

He looked to his left to see Jess's phone going off. He reached out to it, think it was some type of toy and accidently put it on loudspeaker.

"Et oh," he said.

"Becker! What the hell? Where's Jess?" Becker was met by Matt's Irish accent, which he found a bit irritating. Matt also forgot for a second that Becker wasn't an adult.

"Koo koo smek kar," Becker said, waving the phone around in his hand.

"A train smashed into the car? EMILY! JESS!" He screamed down the phone. Emily grabbed the phone.

"Call us back when you've calmed down, yah?" She then hung up and threw the phone into the bushes. She smiled at her handywork, then at Jess. They then both looked up at the sky and said:

"Crap." They were SO dead.

Emily lay Becker in the crib. The ARC had given a crib to Jess and Matt, as they were the two places Becker would be sleeping. Becker lay back in the crib that had been painted black by his soldiers. They knew his style, he had trained them well. Becker somehow liked Matt's crib better than Jess's for a few reasons. One: he had his own room, he wasn't just dumped somewhere in the living room, Two: it was more comfortable and Three: he liked that fact that Emily and Matt both smiled at him as if they were his loving parents. It was… sweet. Gross, but sweet. Emily handed Becker his boots. She had been told by Jess that he liked to sleep with his boots, he liked to do everything with his boots.

"I can't believe I'm going to say this, but he actually looks innocent… for Becker that is." Emily smiled at his failed complement towards Becker, one she was sure he didn't understand. She wondered if he understood anything now that he was a baby.

"I agree," Emily said, pressing play on Matt's CD player. Matt raised an eyebrow.

"Mozart?" He seemed surprised that she wanted to help Becker's brain.

"Jess suggested it," she replied simply. Matt raised his hands in defense.

"Of course."

"Come on, let him sleep. I'm proud to say I've rented us a movie." Matt raised his eyebrow again.

"Survived an encounter with Ethan, saved Jess and Becker, learnt how to use the CD player, know who Mozart is and rented a DVD on your own in one day, Emily. You best be careful with yourself now." Emily laughed, as did Matt. "What movie did you get us?"

"Lemony Snicket's Series of Unfortunate Events. Jess talked about it and it seemed good." Emily left the room and Matt felt like screaming. He had to watch a crummy PG. Not his idea of a fun night in. He looked to see Emily trying to put the DVD in the DVD player. He then quickly leaned over the crib at the sleeping Becker and whispered.

"You damn got it easy mate. Hurry up and become an adult again. The lot of us are dying! You would have found the creature by now." Matt left the room, closing the door behind him.

Becker sat up and rubbed his eyes.

He reached into his boot and pulled out a tennis ball. He threw it against the wall. It hit the wall, the floor, the other wall, the bookshelf, the table, the ceiling and then the CD player. The CD changed to the other one Becker knew Matt had in.

I'm just a step away
I'm just a breath away
Losing my faith today
Falling off the edge today

Came from the speaks loud enough for it to be loud for Becker, but quiet enough for Matt and Emily not to be able to heard it.

I am just a man
Not superhuman
I'm not superhuman
Someone save me from the hate

Becker banged his head up and down like some teenage rocker that couldn't dance to save his life.

It's just another war
Just another family torn
Falling from my faith today
Just a step from the edge
Just another day in the world we live

Becker knew many things, like Matt's favorite music (which was creepy because Becker also liked the bands that Matt did). He got G, one of his seven best men to spy everywhere. It was really the only thing he was good at. The man couldn't fire a gun and a target let alone a creature. However, Becker was working on that.

The chorus slammed through the speakers.

I need a hero to save me now
I need a hero, save me now
I need a hero to save my life
A hero will save me just in time

Becker lay back down and cuddled his boots, slightly scared for his friends, he was scared for everything nearly and that was new for him. Being scared. He was scared bacause the song was right.

The ARC did need a hero.

Now raise your hand if you agree with the ARC needing a hero? You'll agree with me sooner or later if you don't at the moment.

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