Ice: Here's another one of my ideas. I'm taking note of everyone's ideas and trying to decide on how long this should go on. I'll set up a poll or something in a bit and see what everyone thinks. I never expected this to be so popular, but thank you everyone for reading and reviewing it!

It had been a quiet couple of days that passed without much happening. Alister kept to himself mostly and when out in the main room with the others, stayed cautious. Valon, not wanting to be attacked from the computer, managed to make enough money selling old things to get himself a laptop which he stayed on all the time. Raphael was patiently waiting for something bad to come from it.

Valon was very careful about his new laptop. He never let it out of his sight if he could help it and even locked it in his room if he knew he was going to be away from it for awhile. He had to be applauded for his effort. He certainly wasn't going to make it easy for Alister.

Our wonderful redhead was still miffed about the email and was still devising his plans for the youngster. He knew currently the best way to go after him would be through his precious laptop. It was just hard to find the right time to get to it when it wasn't locked up, or find a way to snag his key...

Valon was currently sitting on the couch with his new toy enjoying himself like a little kid. It almost sickened Alister just how easily amused the kid could be. He started to think of ways to terrorize him with it. Nothing was really screaming at him until he had a brilliant thought. With a plan, he knew Valon would soon lock his computer up in his room. He got up and tried to walk off without being noticed.

"Where are you going?" asked Raphael with perfect timing as usual.

"Nowhere. Wherever I want. Whichever answer makes you feel better."

"Don't be a smartass."

"Well, I live here too and shouldn't be treated like a criminal with the constant questions."

"Fair enough."

Alister continued his walk and hid in Valon's room. Raphael had gone back to his book and Valon never even knew he left the room. Perfect. He slid under the bed and started to wait. After a few minutes, he realized just how boring a wait this was going to be. He started to look and see if he had anything interesting hiding. After finding a few coloring books, he started praying he was hiding Playboys under there. Turns out, he had been hiding Hello Kitty books instead. Alister felt all hope was lost for the boy. This was just too much…

Then he heard Valon's footsteps come in and leave the laptop on the bed. He waited until he heard the door lock. He quickly slid out from under the bed and sat in front of the laptop.

So if I just take a screenshot of his desktop…

He quickly hit the print screen button and opened up paint.

I can crop out the start bar…

He hurried through the save process making sure to save it where Valon would probably never look. He went into the settings to change the background. Everything matched up perfectly. He made sure to click and hide the desktop icons making it seem as though they were there instead of hiding.

This is going to be hilarious…

He could hear Valon coming back and closed out everything and went back to hiding under the bed. He was doing his best to hide his laughter and waited until the boy was a good distance down the hall. He slid out and ran to his room to make it seem more innocent. He gave it a few minutes, still shuddering at the thought of Hello Kitty books hiding under Valon's bed.

Just what is wrong with that boy anyway?

He figured he had waited long enough and began his walk back to the living room, but not before stopping in the kitchen. It wasn't long after that Valon started yelling.

"Just what is wrong with this thing? It was working fine a minute ago!" he screeched.

"What is it you're trying to do?" asked Raphael as he walked over.

"I'm trying to open this folder, but it's not doing anything!"

"Weird. Humor me and check your desktop settings."

"I don't see how that's going to help, but fine… What's this? Hide desktop icons? Why is this checked… And they're there anyway…"

"What's your background again?"

"It's… Wow… That's it… ALISTER!" Valon screamed has he ran after the redhead that couldn't resist popping his head out of the kitchen.

"Yeah? OH SHI-" he yelled as he dropped his unopened drink and ran for his life.

He wasn't sure where to run, but knew if he could find another broom or mop, he could stay safe in a corner for a few minutes. Conveniently, Raphael had left the broom out from the previous escapades. He snatched it and ran down the end of the hall.

"Stay back! Don't make me use it!" he yelled.

"How the hell did you get to my laptop? It was locked in my room!"

"I may or may not have hid under your bed before you went in there…"

"You what?"

"And I know about your Hello Kitty books!"

Raphael had just gotten to the end of the hall when he heard the previous statement. He stared at the boy.

"That boy ain't right, I tell you what," he said shaking his head.

"Those are mine and private!"

"Why couldn't it be Playboy hiding under there? What the hell, Valon?" Alister halfway hoped he was a normal kid… Maybe that was asking for too much…

"Those… Those are in the closet…"

"What?"

"I said, THOSE ARE IN THE CLOSET!"

"You are a normal kid… Thank the gods… I was really worried for a bit…" Alister sighed out of relief.

"Wait, so you've had Playboy hiding in the closet… And you've been holding out on us… Why the hell don't you share once in awhile?" Raphael screeched as he snatched the mop from Alister and beat Valon over the head.

Alister stared, "What the hell…"

"They have good articles…" said Raphael as he headed to Valon's room to start searching.

"Right…"

Ice: Not sure what's next in store for them. Still writing down everyone's ideas and still trying to figure out how long I want this to go on. I'm considering doing a version of this for Modern Warfare 2, but I still don't know. One of those ideas that looks better on paper than actually typed out. Either way, I take thoughts and suggestions, so review and give me a piece of your mind.