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Sydney grabbed Thomas and Douglas's arms roughly and dragged them upstairs, only stopping to lock the deadbolt on the door. "Up!" She commanded, pushing them towards Isabelle and Douglas's room, Ryan following as she took Isabelle from his grasp. She had large tears in tawny eyes, her rich face stained in the wetness. "N…" She whispered, as Sydney locked the door to the room they were trapped in.

"Rust neer, Isabelle, zijn wij hier veilig. De mama en de Papa zullen hen niet ons laten kwetsen." Thomas whispered to his sister, earning an inquiring eye from Ryan.

"Excuse me?" Sydney asked, eyeing her eldest and only son. "English, Thomas." She told him, and he blinked tears away.

"Sorry, mummy, but it makes her better, and she understands it…"

"Thomas, deed schrikken ik. Waarom de mama omhoog sleept ons?" Isabelle tugged on his sleeve.

"De mama houdt ons brandkast, Izzy. Er is buiten een slechte jongen." Thomas informed the petite one-year-old. "My old mummy and daddy used to speak that way all time. Izzy and I pick it up, and when come here, pick English up. It Dutch…" He trailed off, his sentence broken by the shout:

"Sydney! Give me my daughter!" The fiancé of Ryan buried her face in Ryan's shirt and started to bawl. Douglas remained huddled in a corner, shaking in fear.

"Thomas, kan de slechte mens ons kwetsen? Ik houd van u, en wil niet u kwetste..." Isabelle's voice quivered as she inquired in her native language.

"Nr, zijn wij veilig, Isabelle, houden zij van ons teveel gekwetst op ons te letten." Thomas assured and hugged her as Sydney lifted her into her crib and singing her to a worried sleep. The threats the man shouted soon faded and Ryan watched him drive off in his black car, shaking a fist at the house.

"He is gone." Ryan told his family. Sydney suggested they all sleep in the room with everyone that night and went to get food and drinks, blankets, and pillows so they could all sleep comfortably, while Ryan asked Thomas about Dutch. "When did Isabelle start to talk?"

"When she was little, a lot of days. Mummy praised her, and forced me mesmerize date. June six."

"Great job, Thomas. Here comes mummy, okay?" Doug had fallen asleep and Ryan placed her in her bed, Sydney entering and setting up a spare bedspread for Thomas, and setting a blanket out for the parents. "Syd, Isabelle started to talk Dutch when she was 6 months old. Sydney froze, a shocked mask taking over her face.

"Six months!" She exclaimed in a hiss.

"We can talk in the morning, but I think you should get some rest, and I should too. I might get a promotion if the fill-in manager feels I've acquired the necessary skills." Sydney obliged, and settled into the covers, closing her eyes into a wary sleep.

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She woke to an empty bed beside her, a sleeping Doug, and Isabelle talking to Thomas in a corner. "Mama!" She cried in relief, the word Sydney knew meant mother in Dutch escaping easily from her mouth. "Mama, zijn wij nu veilig?" She asked, Thomas translating.

"Are we safe now?"

"Yes, sweetheart, we are safe. Dad is at work, and we are going to eat breakfast, and spend time together. Okay?" Thomas translated to the girl, and she replied with an excited cry of:

"Ja!" Which Sydney understood was a yes.

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I am sorry it's a little short, but I wanted it up. So Thomas and Isabelle speak Dutch? Cool eh? I got translations from http://babelfish. so check it out if you want translations I got, just go Dutch…nah, your all intelligent. It was along the lines of 'Are we safe?' and 'Yes we are safe.'