It's all sort of coming out at once, strangely enough. So here's another chapter.

Enjoy.

Age Five

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It was official. Andrew Riter, five and a half years old, was lost. It all due honesty it wasn't exactly his fault. It was more to the fact that he had been reading one of his books, he had just managed to start reading books without pictures in them, and he had gotten a bit distracted. And really, he couldn't be blamed when his family lived so close to the woods. A place where it was very easy to get lost. Especially a small, scared, little boy.

"Mama? Papa? Où êtes-vous?!" Andrew was not scared. ...Okay so maybe he was a little bit terrified, just a little. Hearing rustling behind him he yelped and ran forward, not noticing the sounds of ticking and chiming clocks or the human teenager that suddenly appeared in front of him. Dual yelps were heard as the tiny toddler ran headfirst into the teen's legs, both tripping and falling to the ground.

"Jeez kid, haven't you ever heard of watching where you're going?" Sixteen year old Danny Fenton groaned as he picked himself up off the ground, helping the scared toddler to his feet, noticing the tears in the child's eyes as he did so. "Whoa, you okay?" Getting no response except a confused and watery stare he raised an eyebrow. "Uh...can you speak...anything? At all?"

"Qui êtes-vous et pourquoi parlez-vous drôle?"

"See. This. This is where something like the TARDIS would be handy," Danny grumbled, scratching the back of his head. "Um, I uh, don't speak French? ...Okay, uh, think Danny, Sam made you pay attention in French class for a reason! Although that reason might not have been to help scared little French children..."

Andrew Riter titled his head, looking confused at the language. He vaguely recognized it as something he had heard in school a few times, English, if he wasn't mistaken. But the accent was what was throwing him off. It didn't sound like anyone, or anything, he knew.

"Je ne parle pas français?" the teen finally managed to speak, tone making it sound more of a question that he didn't speak French than a statement. Andrew only rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Well, duh." Even if he couldn't understand the words Danny could hear and see the sarcasm, eye twitching at the headache that he just knew he was going to get today. "My name's Andrew, do you know how to get back to my house?" It couldn't hurt to ask, right? Besides, it was either this or be chased by another strange creature he heard rustling in the bushes.

He did not like strange creatures.

"I understood part of that I thin- Wait... Andrew?" At the nod Danny bit his lip, looking as if he wanted to laugh. When he finally broke down and did laugh, slightly hysterically, Andrew stared at him balefully, book tucked under his arms as he tapped his foot. Honestly. Finally getting tired of the laughter Andrew huffed and kicked the laughing teen in the shins, grinning when he lost his balance and crashed to the forest floor. "You...little...brat."

"Take me home." It wasn't a request so much as a demand. Danny only stared at him uncomprehendingly, Andrew looking more annoyed. He was tired, hungry, and for some reason this teen was annoying him. Although he did like that accent. It was...nice. "Home! Maison!"

"Wha- Oh! Home! Right right, I got it now!" Standing up and brushing himself off Danny held out his hand to the still frowning child, smiling. "Right, Andrew. Home?"

"Finally," Andrew sighed, taking the teen's hand and walking with him, small legs forcing him to trail slightly behind. Hearing the teen start to talk the toddler didn't really pay much attention, just opened his book with his free hand and started reading again, mind becoming absorbed in what he was reading.

So absorbed he didn't notice when he felt his feet catch on a fallen log, falling forward. Automatically bracing himself to hit the ground he instead blinked when he realized he was sitting in someone's arms.

"Sorry," Danny smiled, brushing a kiss against the toddler's forehead almost absentmindedly, as if the gesture was second-nature to him, "Didn't want you falling and hurting yourself." Even if he didn't understand the words Andrew could hear the care and concern in them, which just made him frown. He had a lot of questions and no way to voice them, at least not to where this teen would understand. Maybe if he remember what he looked like he could ask his parents if they knew the strange teen, or at least find him again later.

Let's see, he had strange clothes, that was for certain. Some weird pants fabric and a shirt that just looked strange. His hair was as messy as his own, and the same dark, raven color. Although instead of his bright green eyes this teen had icy blue ones, which were sparkling as he told a story that Andrew had no idea on how to understand.

The last thing he noticed was the dull freckles on his cheek, nothing noticeable unless you were looking close, or maybe if he had paler skin. They were actually kind of adorable. Very adorable. Andrew might have wanted to kiss them. Just a bit. Judging by the teen's shocked and startled look he might have.

"You have cute freckles." He was pretty sure kissing random people's cheeks was something he should be discouraged for but, oh well. Besides, he liked this teen. Whoever he was. "What's your name?"

"I have no idea what you're saying," Danny sighed, readjusting his hold on the small child, "Although I do know that I will tease you mercilessly when I get back- I need to take a picture of you. Many pictures. So many."

"Cute but crazy," Andrew mumbled out, opinion on the teen decided as he wrapped his arms around Danny's neck and yawned. He must have dozed off for a few minutes since when what felt like seconds later Danny was waking him up and setting him on the ground.

"That's your home, right? Maison?" Seeing his family cottage Andrew sighed in relief, grabbing Danny's hand and pulling the reluctant teenager towards the door, knocking when he got close enough. As soon as his mother opened the door and saw him she swept him up in a tight hug, looking relieved.

"Andrew! We couldn't find you anywhere, where were you?!"

"Lost. He helped me, although I can't understand him." Pointing at Danny Mrs. Riter looked over, blinking as the teen nervously waved back.

"Um, hi."

"Ah, English. Well, thank you for bringing my little Andrew home."

"Oh, uh, it was no problem, Mrs. Riter," Danny smiled, rubbing his arm. Hearing the teen speak their last name Andrew blinked, had he told him his last name? He thought it was just his first he had said... "Just, you know, couldn't leave him all alone and stuff. I, um, I should probably get home now." Before either Riter could speak the teen was waving and running off back towards the words, mother and son sharing a confused look.

"He seems rather...squirrelly." At the word Andrew snickered, wrapping his arms around his mother's neck. He loved his mother's hugs, although he might have loved the mysterious teen's hugs a bit more. While his mother's hugs were warm and gentle the teen's had been cool and relieving, as if he was protecting Andrew from something. "So, I hoped we learned something about wandering off in the woods by ourselves!"

"That I meet cute boys when I do?" Andrew asked innocently, look ruined by his smirk. Mrs. Riter laughed, bringing her young child inside and shutting the door.

"My dear Andrew, you will be a terrible flirt one day! Driving men and woman alike mad!" Bringing him into the kitchen she set him down at the table before going back to cooking their evening meal. "Did you get that boy's name?"

"Didn't say...what was his accent, though?" Andrew may have been five, and a half, but he was very advanced for his age. That and he loved reading the dictionary when no one was paying attention to him.

"British, I believe," Mrs. Righter hummed, thinking about it. "He was definitely from England." The kitchen was quiet, nothing but a ticking clock heard, before Andrew spoke up again.

"Mama, may we move to England?"

Andrew is a terrible terrible flirt. Something that causes Danny no end amount of trouble.