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Martin pulled his brown jacket on and sighed. Today he was going to have take Isabelle to work with him. Feliciana was really sick, just with the common flu. She felt terrible, and he wanted to stay and help her.

However, Feliciana wouldn't hear of it. "They gave you three days off already. Besides all I want is time to sleep. Maybe Isabelle could go to work with you…"

Martin had tried to protest, but Feliciana wouldn't budge.

Isabelle was thrilled. "Mommy said I could go to work with you today Daddy!"

Martin nodded, "Yes, because Mommy is sick."

Isabelle nodded solemnly, "Yes, but you are going to make her better. Like you are making Frank's Dad better."

Martin smiled, "Yes, but honey, at work you can't bother Mr. Pane, ok?"

Isabelle nodded, "Ok, Daddy."

Martin took a deep breath and took his daughter's waiting hand.

Jen watched the window anxiously. She hoped Martin would arrive soon because if he didn't then she was sure Alex was going to hurt himself. Alex had been counting down the days he could get out of his "cursed bed." He had tried to keep his movement to a minimum even though it drove him crazy. Despite his anger, he was still gentle towards Frank. Jen knew it was hard on Frank to see his strong father so, well, hurt. She knew that it killed Alex to have his son see him like that. Jen didn't like it much either, but she trusted Martin. She sighed in relief as she saw Martin walking up the long drive way, but she squinted in disbelief. Who was the small figure walking by his side?

She opened the door and smiled, "Martin. Welcome back, Alex has been eagerly waiting to start his physical therapy."

Martin nodded, as he walked up the steps, "I can imagine so, but I am afraid I have a favor to ask of you."

Jen nodded, "Of course!"

"My wife is ill. She has the stomach flu, and needed some peace and quiet. So I had to take my daughter with me today," Martin explained. "I was wondering if you could watch her, while I teach Alex his exercises?"

Jen smiled down at the little black haired girl, "It would be a pleasure."

The little girl beamed up at Jen, "You were right Daddy. She is very nice."

Jen giggled and stooped down to talk to the little girl, "What is your name?"

The little girl looked at her father and then back at Jen, "My name is Isabelle. You are Frank's mom. Frank is in my class."

Jen nodded, "What a lovely name, Isabelle."

Martin shuffled his feet nervously, "I do not have any money to pay, but you can just dock it out of my salary if you wish."

Jen shook her head, "Nonsense! Perhaps she and Frank could play together today, while I still get work done myself. You are fine Martin, I am just glad you are here."

Martin nodded and knelt on one knee next to Isabelle, "Sweetheart, Daddy is going to go upstairs to see Mr. Pane now. You stay down here with Mrs. Pane, alright?"

Isabelle nodded, her bright blue eyes shining with excitement, "Ok."'

Martin let out a sigh of relief as he stood once again, "Thank you again, Jen."

"Of course," Jen smiled.

Martin walked up the steps to see Alex Pane, dreading how today would go. He hoped Isabelle would behave appropriately.

Isabelle watched her father disappear up the steps and turned back to face Jen, "Excuse me, Mrs. Pane."

Jen interrupted her, "Please, you can call me Jen."

Isabelle nodded, "Ok Ms. Jen."

Jen chuckled, softly, "Just Jen will be fine, Isabelle."

Isabelle nodded again, "Ok. Jen, you are very pretty."

Jen blushed, "Why thank you. You are quite the beautiful girl yourself."

Isabelle laughed, "I know that! My Daddy tells me every day!"

Jen laughed, "I am sure he does!"

"Ms… Jen uh, I have a question," Isabelle said nervously rocking back and forth on her toes.

Jen looked down at Isabelle, "What is it?"

"Well, Frank. He isn't very nice, but you are. Why?" Isabelle asked, bluntly.

Jen blinked in surprise. She had no idea of her son's behavior. As far as she knew he was a good child, but lately she hadn't had a lot of time to talk to him about school…

"I don't know," Jen admitted, "I think maybe because his dad is hurt. I don't think Frank likes to see him hurting."

Isabelle nodded, "I understand, but that doesn't mean he has to be mean. No one is nice to him because his is a rich boy, and kindergardeners don't like rich boys."

Jen cocked her head, "Why is that?"

"Because rich boys think they are better than everyone," Isabelle recited.

"Do you really believe that?" Jen asked in shock.

Isabelle shook her head, "No, but Frank sure is grumpy all the time. He really doesn't like anyone. He doesn't have any friends."

Jen frowned. This news alarmed her. Just how much had she ignored her son in his first couple of weeks?

"Well, maybe you can be his friend," Jen slowly said.

Isabelle shook her head fiercely back and forth, "He can't be my friend! I already have a bestest friend and best friend. I have no more room!"

Jen smiled, "What do you mean?"

"I mean I don't have room. My Mommy is my best friend and my Daddy is my bestest friend. He can't be my friend," Isabelle reasoned.

Jen stifled a laugh, "Well maybe he can be your buddy then?"

Isabelle shook her head again, "He can't. That is my kindgergarden teacher."

Jen tried to hide her wide grin, "Hmmm… what about a playmate?"

Isabelle thought on this hard, "Hmmm.. I don't think I have one of those."

Jen nodded, "So does that mean you will be his playmate?"

Isabelle considered this carefully, "Um…sure! What does a playmate do?"

Jen thought on this a moment, "Well, they play with a person who needs someone to play with."

Isabelle cocked her head, "Doesn't he have any brother and sisters to play with?"

Jen looked down, "No."

Isabelle picked up on Jen's mood immediately, "Oh that is ok! I don't either. You see when my mommy had me, she got really sick. She nearly died! My daddy saved her and well, she can't have babies anymore."

A tear trickled down Jen's cheek, and Isabelle frowned. She didn't know what to do with the sad woman.

"Your mother and I would probably be great friends then," Jen whispered, "Because the same thing happened to me. Only we didn't know your father, Alex barely got me to the hospital in time…"

Isabelle ran and gave Jen a hug around the waist. She looked up at the startled woman.

"Do not worry, Jen. You still have Frank, and he loves you. That is all that matters. I will be his playmate, where is he?" Isabelle stated.

Jen brushed away her tears, "He is up in his room, playing alone."

Isabelle frowned, "I hate playing alone. That is why I like it when Mommy and Daddy play with me."

Jen nodded. Perhaps she should sit down and play with Frank more often.

"So, uh, where is his room?" Isabelle questioned.

Jen smiled, "Up the stairs."

"This is house is so big, I think I will get lost very easy," Isabelle proclaimed.

Jen laughed, "Here, I will take you up to his room."

Isabelle smiled and took Jen's tanned hand. Together they walked up the grand stairs.

Frank was sitting on the floor playing with a toy model of a knight. Frank loved knights, because his Dad worked for Knight's Furniture. He sighed as he bounced the horse up and down. He loved to ride horses, but his dad was hurt. Since his dad was hurt, he couldn't take him on rides anymore. Frank was too little to ride by himself. He heard a knock on his door, and heard it click open.

He stood up startled. His mother was standing at the door with a little girl from his kindergarten class, Isabelle.

His mother smiled, "Frank. Isabelle came over to play because her dad is working and her mom is sick."

Frank just stared at Isabelle.

Isabelle just stared at Frank.

Jen cleared her throat nervously. Not so sure this was such a great idea. For one five year old and one six year old there was a great deal of tension in the room.

"If you need anything, come get me," Jen said as she left the room, her beautiful lilac dress trailing behind her.

Frank scowled, "What are you doing here?"

Isabelle rolled her eyes, as dramatically as she could, "Did you not listen to your Mommy at all Frank?"

Frank glared, "I listened to my Mom. I am not a baby anymore, I don't say 'Mommy'."

Isabelle's blue eyes flashed angrily, "I am no baby!"

"You are five. I am now six," Frank proudly declared.

Isabelle glared, "That doesn't make you better."

"My Dad is rich," Frank declared.

"My Dad is saving your rich daddy's life," Isabelle hissed.

The two children stood only a few feet apart from each other.

"My Dad doesn't need your poor dad's help," Frank stated.

Isabelle shook her head, "If it weren't for my dad, then your dad would be dead."

Frank bristled, "My dad is strong!"

"So is mine!" Isabelle insisted.

"Get out. I don't want you here," Frank growled.

Isabelle lifted her head proudly, "Well, tough. I have to stay here. My daddy is working and your mom told me to play with you."

Frank made a face, "I would rather hang upside down by my toes, being tickled to death!"

Isabelle scowled, "I am sure we can make that happen. At kindergarden no one likes you. You are a big old bully!"

"It is kindergarten, not garden. And I don't care. You guys are all the bullies," Frank corrected.

Isabelle frowned, "What?"

Frank sighed, "None of you know what it is like to be all alone. I don't have any brothers or sisters to play with…"

Isabelle smiled, softly, "Neither do I."

Frank smiled, for a moment, but scowled, "Well. You still have friends at school."

"That is because I know how to be nice," Isabelle stated, bluntly.

Frank blinked, "Well, it doesn't matter. I want you out right now."

Isabelle shook her head, "I already told you I can't. I told your mom I would play with you."

Frank folded his arms, "I don't want to play with a stupid girl."

Isabelle bristled, "Well excuse me richy pants! I didn't ask for this! I don't know why I would agree to be a playmate to such a….spoiled brat!"

Frank looked up in shock, "What did you say?"

"You are a stupid, mean, spoiled brat. Who is very, very… arrogant!" Isabelle declared.

Frank cocked his head, "What? What does arrogant mean? And I am not a brat!"

Isabelle nodded, "You are too…I don't know what arrogant means. I just heard my daddy say that about your daddy. I know it means not nice things."

Frank shouted, "Take it back!"

"NO! I will not!" Isabelle yelled, "You Frank Pane are a big arrogant, stupid, camel!"

Frank glared, "Well you are a toad spitting witch!"

Isabelle gasped, "You are a…cry baby!"

"You are a garbage slinging scumbag!" Frank growled.

Isabelle just glared, "You. Are the worst person alive."

Frank stood there dumbfounded.

Isabelle satisfied with her victory stomped out of the room. She was going to find her daddy if it killed her. She was not going to spend one more second with the likes of Frank Pane!

"That hurts Martin!" Alex cried out, as Martin slowly stretched his leg over his head.

Martin tried to keep his cool, "Alex, this is part of the healing process because you didn't use these muscles we need to slowly strengthen them again. I know it hurts."

Alex scowled, "Are you sure you know what you are doing?"

Martin sighed, "If you really question whether I am authorized why don't you find another doctor. I doubt you will find someone who will put up with what I have."

Alex knew Martin was right, but he didn't like his tone. Martin was his employee, not the other way around.

Martin began to stretch the other leg, the injured one. He very slowly beginning to push it up, and it probably hurt real bad.

Alex couldn't take it anymore, "Ow that hurt like h…"

Alex was cut off as a little black haired girl burst into the room, followed by his dark brown haired son.

Martin was so startled by the interruption, he dropped Alex's leg.

"Ow! You bumbling idiot!" Alex cried out.

"Sorry," Martin apologized, staring at his daughter.

"How dare you call my daddy that! He saved your life!" the girl with black hair cried.

Alex stared in shock at the black haired girl, "Who are you?"

"Isabelle," Martin gave a strangled whisper.

"My name is Isabelle!" the girl proudly stated.

Alex looked at Martin.

Martin nervously cleared his throat, "She is my daughter."

Alex raised a single eyebrow.

"Daddy I want to go home!" Isabelle proclaimed.

Martin nervously fidgeted, "Isabelle honey, Daddy is working."

Isabelle scowled, "I will not stay with these arrogant brats any longer!"

Martin's mouth gaped open. He didn't know where his daughter had learned those words. Alex was equally stunned.

"Where did you learn that?" Martin gasped.

Isabelle smiled, "From you, Daddy. You said it about Mr. Pane."

Martin wanted to just vanish.

Frank scowled, "First take back what you said."

Isabelle turned towards Frank, "Never."

"You bumbling idiot! Take it back," Frank cried out.

Martin turned to face a paling Alex. It was not secret where Frank learned that insult.

Just then Jen came at the door, her face equally pale.

"I am so sorry, Alex," Jen began to apologize.

Alex lifted his hand, "Now, don't Jennifer."

"I am so sorry, Alex," Martin began to apologize.

Alex shook his head, "Don't."

Isabelle glared fiercely at Frank.

"Frank and Isabelle please leave the room for a minute. The adults need to talk," Alex stated firmly.

The children slunk from the room, still scowling at each other. Frank shut the door behind them and Alex focused his attention on Jen and Martin.

"Would you care to tell me what is going on?" Alex asked calmly.

"I am sorry, my wife was sick, and so I took Isabelle to work with me today," Martin apologized.

"And I decided it would be a good idea for them to play together," Jen said looking down.

Alex sighed, "Martin, I see your daughter has a good grasp of vocabulary, well past her age."

Merlin nodded, "Yes, and your son as well."

"True, so now. What do we do?" Alex frowned.

Jen thought hard, "Well. I suppose we could see if they get along. I mean Alex, your son, he doesn't have any friends. Isabelle is the only one who has been willing to try."

Alex laughed, softly, "And we can see how well that is going."

Jen frowned, "Alex we have to do something."

Martin stood awkwardly between the two as they talked as though he wasn't there. Personally he wasn't sure he wanted a strong link between the Pane family and his family. He was kind of proud his daughter was so bold, but still at the same time…

"Martin, this is your daughter. Do you think you can talk to her?" Jen questioned.

Martin shook his head, "She is one very stubborn girl."

"Like her father," Alex smiled.

Martin sighed, "I will go and talk to her."

"And bring her to work tomorrow," Alex ordered. "If anything she is entertaining."

Martin nodded, "Yes, sir."

What was he getting himself into? What had Isabelle gotten herself into?

Author's Note: Thank you so much for your support. I really do appreciate it and I will continue. Things are about to get fun!

However, it will be a long wait as I will be away from my computer for a couple of weeks. So enjoy this chapter as you wait. :)