I know that this may seem like it's irrelevant to the story, but this does matter to it. You'll see how it intertwines later on. ;)

I'm just being a little troll. :)

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No one's PoV:

A man looked down on his sleeping daughter. She was wrapped in a pink blanket and in one of those baby cribs in hospitals. He turned and looked at the mother of the child. He hated himself for what he was about to do. He can't believe that this is the only way to keep them both safe. His child and the mother of his new born daughter.

He picked his daughter up. He wanted to memorize what she looked like now. It doesn't seem likely that he'll see what she truly looks like again.
That's when she decided to open her eyes. Her mesmerizing eyes. The same eyes that she got from him. But somehow, he thought that they looked better on her.

The tiny child looked at the person in front of her. She didn't mind the strange thing holding her. He wasn't scary. He was just different. There was something different about him from the other things that came through this whatever it's called. There was something different from this powerful looking person who was being gentile with her. He was different than the things who came and put cold stuff on her skin. She liked him.

The man looked down at the tiny being in his arms, who was intently staring back at him. So soft and fragile. He offered a smile to the tiny being. She let a small gurgle loose with a small open mouthed 'gha.'

He switched the way he was holding her, to where he was now cradling her in his left arm.

He knew that this would most likely be the only time he can ever see his daughter. He can watch from a far. He would look through the looking glass, as some would say.

The child somehow managed to get out of that trap of color that those things always put her in. She didn't know why they did that to her. They always talked about how diffcult she was with her squerming, whatever any of that was. She didn't like them the color traps. She couldn't move. At all. That's what she didn't like. Though she only got one of those wobbly things out nothing else. A frown etched on her face as her eyebrow knit together in trying to get the other one out.

The man smile quietly at the girls concentration at trying to get her other arm free. She was like him. She didn't like to be restrained.
The man, who was now sitting in a rocking chair at the other side of the room, decided that he had spent long enough watching her torture, and decided to take her other arm out of the blanket.

When he did that her face lit up. She was now free. Oh, how the man wished that she wasn't like him. At all. This is too dangerous for her. This is way too dangerous. His little girl can't be going away from her parent. Either of them. Even if he wouldn't be able to be around. He knew that her mother would take care of her. This. This is a bad idea. He can't let them go through with it. He.. He can't let this happen. 'You already agreed with it. This is for the better and you know it. This WILL help.' He herd the tiny voice of reason in his mind trying to tell him what's right. He just doesn't listen to it very much, long, or ever.

The baby girl looked at the thing holding her. He looked upset. She didn't like it. She wanted him not to be so hurt. She frowned and moved one of those wobbly things to grab the color thing that was on him. She held on tight to let him know that she was there. And tried to do her best to resist from crying. Even though she really wanted to.

The man felt a small tug on his shirt. He looked down at the tiny child in his arms trying to comfort him. He push down all of his dread and hurt feelings. Or at least put up a mask. though the feelings where still there boiling and bubbling under the surface. He hiked the child up closer to his face but she was still against his chest. He made soothing motions on her back while quietly-barely audible- telling her that's it's okay. He's fine. Nothing's wrong. He ended up stand and pacing quietly to get her to clam down.

A second man walked in the room and immediately knew that his longtime friend and even longer family member was a few thoughts and or problems occurring away from a panic attack. He walked up to him knowing that he was watching. "Let me help you so we can get on with this." It was barely heard by the child, but rang loud and clear to the man holding her. He nodded towards the man who help out his hand. Telling him that he was going to touch the other mans shoulder and when he did, he wouldn't be as close to panicking.

"Thank-you."

"I'll leave you alone for a few more minutes, but we need to get started." He said looking down at the sleeping child before he left.

"Alright." He didn't mean to snap like that, but he couldn't help it. And the other man knew that.

The child watched as the new thing left. He came in helped who was holding her, said something in gibberish and left. She personally didn't like him coming in the room. It got too bright for her to handle when he was around. She had to, what do those things call it? Sleep. She had to 'sleep' so he would leave.

The man had to smile at the fact that the child he was holding in his hands just pretended to be asleep to get rid of the other. She was not even a day yet. Warmth and dread filled through him at the same time.

"I wish that we didn't have to do this to protect you. I wish that I could just take you all back home with me. I wish I could protect you all."

He had to start preparing everything, for when the others came in. If this plan were to work, everything had to be 1.) perfect and 2.) the same way it was when they got here. And those two thing are already hard enough on their own.

Thanks for reading guys. :) Again please R&R.

And thanks to my beta reader i refuse to prove that i exist.