This is long over due and i'm so sorry, I hope you like it.

I do not own AOT/SNK

Sixteen years later
"We're home!" I shout as Lea and I walk in the front door of our house, I kick off my shoes and run into the kitchen, to find mom.

"Hi, honey. How was the scout mission?"I plop on the closest chair as mom continues to make dinner.

"It was boring as always." Lea says before I can respond. She plops in the chair next to me. "Samson was crying about how he didn't see any Titans, commander Kirstiean can with us-which was cool."

"Okay, just to clarify I want crying, I was lamenting. And we all know why Jean came with us." Mom cocks her eyebrow.

"Really, why do you think?" She asks as she wipes her hands off on a towel.

"He's trying to cover his butt, the collectors have been more active than ever and the king is blaming him." Dad joins the conversation, I didn't even see him in the kitchen with mom-it's probably because he's short. The collectors he's talking about are a group of outlaws that capture Titans for rich merchants to keep as pets. Which as you might guess is illegal. When I was six the queen had the walls taken down, because the survey corp had eliminated almost all of the Titans. Now all we do is expand the known area and map it, killing Titans when we run into them which is almost never. We had finally found a small pocket of Titans, but before we could get to them the collectors did.

"Shouldn't the collectors be a guard problem, I mean the survey corp is just supposed to deal with territory and Titans-not people." Lea says as she leans the wooden chair back.

"The guard!" Dad scoff and uses a few choice words. "They can't get off their fat butts for more than ten minutes." Lea chuckles, she and dad have a similar sense of humor, as well as similar everything. She shares his permanent unamused expression, his sour attitude, and his grey eyes. But unlike dad she has dark brown hair, and glasses-Armin made her a special pair that straps to her face, she only wears them when we're on missions.

"Speaking of guards, Lea a young man stop by to see you today. He had a guards uniform on, I assume he is-" Lea groans. Dad glares.

"You know him, what's his name?" Dad growls, I would hate to be that boy.

"He's a really annoying boy who can't take a hint, or listen when I tell him straight out that I don't want to go out with him."

"I can take him out." Dad says, serious as ever.

" I wouldn't care, but he's the son of the new head guard of this district."

"That's not a problem." Dad says.

"yes it is, besides I can take care of him by myself." She takes her gloves off.

"Aaand we all know she is never alone." Mom chuckles, I waggle my eyebrows at her and dad who are both unamused.

"Ya, your little buddy would marry Levi if I hadn't gotten him before he was born." We both laugh so much our sides hurt.

"Cute, hanji. Lucas just admires my great technic." Dad walks over to the table and wipes it down with a rag. The table isn't even dirty! "You stink. Go take a shower, both of you, before we need to leave."

"Aww, come on they just got back." Mom tries to stop him, but he turns on her.

"you too, look at your hair, you've got flour all in it." He glares at her.

"But you still think I look sexy!" She scoots closer to him.

"No." He says plainly. Mom smiles and scoots closer.

"I know when your no means yes and this is one of them." She scoots close enough to wrap him in a flour covered hug. He smiles and kisses her on the cheek.

"Great now I need to clean up."he groans.

LEA POV
After my shower I throw on my usual scout uniform with a black undershirt, and my goggle glasses. We are off duty for the next two days-since we just got back, but Luke is graduating from the academy so we're all going in uniform.

"Hey, sis. Look what I found." Samson walks in my room, he's in full uniform plus one of dad's old cravats. "Now I look just like dad."

"Except you smile too much." Samson really does look just like dad, his hair is black, and cut in dad favorite cut; his eyes are the same grey. "And you're too tall"

"I heard that." I hear dad call from the other room, Samson chuckles.

"So what did you get Luke as a graduation present. One of dads used tissues? His sock?" I throw a pillow at my twin brother.

"No, I had aunt Annie make a locket." I pull it out of the drawer, and hand it to Samson. His eyes widen in shock, and amazement.

"Is this-auntie used her Titan crystal to make this? That's so awesome! Is that the first picture of you two together?" I nod, and take the locket back, staring at the picture I remember the day we met three years ago when he was a new recruit...

"I don't want to be here." I groan, dad is making an address to the new cadets as a favor for his old friend drill sergeant Eren Jaeger. Why he had to drag us with him I don't know. Both Samson and I graduated last year-when we were eleven. The normal age for graduates is seventeen, but we grew up around Titans.

"Go play, make some...friends." Both dad and I shutter at the word. But Samson seems extremely excited to meet new children. He runs off, screaming like a banche.

"Okay, but you owe me." Dad sighs.

" just go." I nod and run after my blockhead of a brother. I scan the training base, I don't see him he must have went to the barracks. What an idiot. I stomp angrily off towards the barracks when I hear a loud commotion.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!" A large group of cadets is circled up, please let it not be my brother. I shove my way through the group, because unfortunately I inherited dads height so I can't see over any of them. Luckily they pretty much let me through without resistance, I'm not in the mood to fight with them. I haven't made it to the front but I can tell it's not my brother, there are two large boys fighting a smaller-but not much smaller- boy with blonde hair. He is cut up, with a busted lip and many scraps and bruises. But so are the others he seems to be holding his own.

We make eye contact, his eyes are so blue. Our moment of eye contact was just long enough for the other two to get the drop on him. They knock him to the ground and begin kicking the crap out of him. I have to help him. I jump in the circle and grab one of the large boys, I'd say it's safe to say he was three times my size.

"Leave him alone!" I scream as I kick his feet out from under him, I may be small but I can kick butt. The kid curses and jumps back up his anger trained on me, i'll be fine. I glance over at the other two, the blonde boy is up.

"You're going to regret that twirp." The boy growls.

"I doubt it, come at me." I wave him over, with a smirk. He growls and runs towards me. I brace to attack, something Aunt Annie taught me. As the large bear like boy is about to attack he is suddenly sent flying in the other direction. The blonde boy has tackled him to the ground.

"You. Are. Not. Worthy." The boy says as he punches the other boy, who is cowering on the ground.

"Stop this fighting!" Uncle Eren burst through the circle screaming and yelling-like always. Father is close behind him, with his usual unamused face. Eren grabs the blonde boy ripping him off of the large, unconscious boy. "Everybody back to your barracks. Cadet what is the meaning of this?"

"They started it...sir." He uses his sleeve to wipe the blood from his lip. Suddenly he freezes in place. I follow his line of sight, all the way to my father-and Samson, who is standing behind him. He jumps up and pushes past Eren, slowly approaching my father. "Sir-Captain Levi it is an honor you're my- you're the-you're a legend." He reaches out his hand to shake, father of course just stares at his outstretched hand. He doesn't shake hands-you know because of germs. The blonde boy seems undeterred by dads rudeness.

"In just your first two years you had fifty plus solo Titan kills and over two hundred team kills. Is it true that you trained yourself on the 3DM gear? My name is Lucas, I joined the scouts because of you." My father raises his eyebrows and turns and walks away- he's never had a fan before-well not like this. Lucas turns to me. "And you must be his daughter, thank you for the assist." He winks at me.

"Yes, i'm Lea Ackerman." I feel an arm rest on my shoulder, it's Samson.

"And I'm Samson Ackerman. That was some pretty awesome fighting back there, Luke-hey is it okay if I call you Luke." Without pausing to take a breath he says. " thanks bud. Okay I'll leave you two." He runs off after dad.

"Wow." He says as Samson disappears around the corner. "You guys are awesome, I can't believe I finally met Levi Ackerman. This is like a dream come true. The only thing that could make this better..." He stops And looks at me. "I'm sorry I'm Talking you to death, I don't normally talk this much." I Ignore his statement, because it doesn't really bother me ( both Samson and my mom talk like that)

"So why were you fighting those two guys?" He shrugs, and we both begin walking in the direction of the barracks.

"They were just saying things I didn't like, so I told them to stop. They didn't want too, so we fought. It happens a lot, so I'm used to it." I probably would have pried more but a familiar voice catches my attention.

"Oh, no. What is she doing here." I storm off in the direction of my mothers voice.

"What is it? Who is "she"?" He questions."what did you hear-?" He stops when my mother comes into view.

"Hey, Lea. I came to take pictures." Lucas drops to he floor, he faints. My mom snaps a picture of the unconscious boy and asks. "Who's that?"

There will be more...I just don't how long it will take me to finish it. But i will tell you that comments/reviews help me to write (Hint, HInt, Wink , Wink)