Alrighty, here's a prompt from Ninni51, about the Men In Black and the day they came to the Hermitage for Franz!

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Cameron tilted his head in innocent curiosity at the men coming into the house - they were dressed nicely, but they were also wearing sunglasses inside, and Father had said that you weren't supposed to do that. Also, they hadn't knocked - or maybe they had, and he hadn't heard it? But Father hadn't come to the door or invited them in, and he didn't recognize them, which meant that they were . . . Cameron frowned, trying to remember the word.

Strangers.

In the living room, Father's music stopped, and Cameron frowned harder - he liked Father's music, and wanted him to continue. He set the cookie jar down and wriggled off of the kitchen counter, falling softly onto the tile floor. The strangers were in the other room, talking with Father. They were being loud, though, not using their inside voices. That was also rude - Big Sis had been very clear that people needed to be quiet when they were inside. That was what being polite was.

He reached the opening to the living room, and stopped as he saw what was there. Father's back was to the fireplace, with three of the strangers around him. They were talking about something, gesturing, and reaching into pockets. A hand fell on his shoulder, and Cameron spun, opening his mouth to scream. Before he could, Big Sis stuck a cookie in his mouth, and put a finger to her lips. He recognized that gesture - it meant he needed to be quiet. She did it a lot when they were at the library. Or playing games. Or . . . Cameron munched on his cookie - she did it a lot in general. It wasn't his fault people wanted everything quiet all the time, he was just talking.

Big Sis picked him up and moved away from the doorway - Cameron stuck a hand out over her shoulder, reaching for Father. The strangers were pointing things at him, and his hands were in his pockets. Father didn't look at him, saying something, and then Big Sis had taken him down the stairs, and he couldn't see them anymore.

Immediately, there was a bright flash and a loud noise. Cameron screamed, covering his ears and dropping the cookie, but Big Sis was careful not to drop him. Then Father was there, taking him from Big Sis and pulling her along by the hand to the Back Door. That was strange - they weren't supposed to use the Back Door, only the Front Door. Father pulled the Back Door open, and they ran through. Cameron could see behind them, and the three strangers were coming into the hallway, but were tripping all the time. Had Father done something? Now he was curious and -

Father grunted, Big Sis screamed, and then another stranger was there, yanking him away from Father. Father and Big Sis were against the wall - against the Secret Door, actually, but Cameron pretended not to notice, because they weren't supposed to know that door was even there. It was covered with ivy and a layer of fake stone. Father was talking again, and Big Sis was looking at him through her fingers. The Stranger holding Cameron said something loudly, and Father's hand went back into his pocket, and the world flashed again, only this time Cameron was looking at the thing that Father pulled out of his pocket and threw on the ground. And it was loud - something was ringing in his ears, and he was getting yanked this way and that, and then Father shouted - was he hurt?! He sounded like he was hurt. That wasn't okay, these strangers couldn't hurt Father! Then there was another loud bang, and then Big Sis screamed, and Father shouted something, and there was another bright flash and another loud bang.

Cameron heard the Secret Door slam shut - he had opened it once, and the wind had slammed it shut, and it sounded just like that - but he didn't say anything. The light faded from the world, and Cameron could see again. He was surrounded by the four strangers - the three from inside, and the one that had stopped them at the Back Door. Father and Big Sis were gone.

They were gone. They were gone, and he was alone, and where did they go?

Cameron didn't look at the Secret Door, though. There was blood on the ground, and none of the strangers were bleeding, so Father must have been hurt - or Big Sis. He didn't blame them for leaving, then, if they were hurt - they would come back for him.

Father was the one to come for him when Mama and Papa went away, after all. He would be okay, and then he would come back for him.

Cameron was sure of it.

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Five years.

Cameron sighed and leaned his head against the glass. He was ten years old now, and Father still hadn't come back. Neither had Mama or Papa - and he knew they were dead, now. Mr. and Mrs. Reniere had taken him to the graveyard where they were buried, and he had gotten to say goodbye to them.

He had never gotten to say goodbye to Father, or Big Sis. Or Mr. Reniere, or Jean-Paul, their son. The strangers had come to pick him up from the hospital once he was able to leave - Mrs. Reniere wasn't allowed to take care of him any longer. Or she didn't want to.

Cameron couldn't blame her - the same thing had happened with the Laurenze's. An accident that he crawled away from that took his foster mother, left his foster sibling in the hospital, and ended up with him back in a temporary home until someone else took pity on him. And, just like when Father and Big Sis left, just like when he had to leave the Laurenze's, the strangers had been the ones to take him away.

His hands curled into fists in his lap, and he shot a glare at the driver.

"Where is my Father?" Cameron asked, quietly. They didn't look back. Or speak to him.

"Where is Aelita?"

They never spoke to him.

That was fine, though. The man's hands clenched on the wheel - he recognized this one, oh, yes. He was one of the three who had come into the Hermitage, that day. Father had gotten away from him, and the fact that he wasn't responding meant that they still hadn't caught him.

That meant that Father and Big Sis had gotten away - and that the strangers hadn't caught up with them. That was good. That meant they were safe.

Cameron turned his gaze back to the road, letting his forehead thump against the window. Off in the distance, he could see the park, and the roof of the Hermitage. He had found the house a year or two ago, and had been going back every chance he got. It was torn to pieces - the strangers, Cameron assumed. He had been cleaning it up, slowly. But he never got long before his foster parents would call him back to their houses.

That was also fine, though. He would get it cleaned up, just the way it used to be. Then, when Father and Big Sis came back, they could all go home together again. Cameron's eyes slid shut, exhaustion overwhelming him.

Going home . . . yeah, that sounded nice. He couldn't wait to see them again.

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