Disclaimer: I do not own Code Lyoko. Just Musa, Cascada, and this story's plot.

Come and I'll Weave You a Story with No Happy Endings- Part 1

It had taken about thirty minuets for Odd and Franz to get settled down – ten to get the hot chocolate ready; five where Odd complained about having too little marshmallows; another five for Franz to calm himself down in order to not kill the purposely petulant boy; and five more for Odd to find Sissi and ask for her to watch over Musa for him which she surprisingly agreed to without any persuasion or bribery. The remaining five minutes were spent in an awkward silence in a quiet briefing room that had a beautiful view of the surrounding forest – too bad neither the cat boy or Hopper were in a good mood for watching the wintry scenery.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the older man sighed, breaking the silence. "I don't know where to begin."

"The beginning seems like a good place," Odd suggested. "Though of course you shake things up and start and the end moving backward or start in the middle, ya know like the Odyssey."

"I would never guess you were one for ancient mythology."

"I have my days," the boy shrugged. "But let's be serious."

"I guess I'll start in the beginning," the father of his "cousin" replied. "The day I met the hosts of Lana and Rose…"

About 30 years ago…

He couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it. But…he found himself staring the cold hard truth dangerously in the face – it was like a harsh slap to face. He honestly regretted that men's night only he had with his colleagues – one of his final acts as a single bachelor before he married. He only remembered it as a blur. There was alcohol…lots of alcohol. He remembered a club of some kind and a woman that was not his fiancée – now his wife – that he couldn't put a face to and then waking up in a hotel bed…alone…and naked…with his wallet missing…

The man in the business suit handed him a clipboard with papers attached to it, which he had no other choice but to sign off on – like selling his soul to the devil.

The man in the business suit took back the clipboard once everything was signed. "I hope you will enjoy the new additions to your family and treat them like your own. If you have any problems or concerns feel free to call the number on this card," he said handing him said card. With a few more words of direction the business man was off and gone. That was when the weight of a meaningless drunken one night stand hit him as he found two pairs of eyes looking at him, from faces that clearly held some of his genetics.

Before he could even do or think about anything he heard the soft foot steps of his love coming up from behind him.

"Dear? Who was that?" she asked before she caught glimpse of the two new additions at her door. "Hello," she spoke softly kneeling to their height. "Who are these adorable children?"

"Adorable?" he thought looking down at the two young girls standing before him, the oldest no older than four. Their eyes unnerved him – haunted him – to the point where he couldn't look them directly in the eyes. They were innocence created by a dark and unmoral deed. There was no way he was going to allow these…these mistakes to ruin the life he had strived so hard to reach. His wife was pregnant with their first child and he wouldn't let these offspring of a whore taint that.

"Waldo?" his beautiful bride questioned concerned as she took a hand of each young girls hands.

"Oh, sorry dear, I, uh was just getting over the shock. These two are my sister's. It seems that she was killed in an automobile accident." It was so easy to lie to her because she so easily believed him making him hate himself more. He didn't deserve an angel like her.

"Oh, my!" she gasped. "I didn't know you had a sister."

"Well, I did." It wasn't a complete lie. Their mother did die…of drug abuse and he did have a sister that died… twenty-five years prior due to a serious case of influenza.

"The poor dears!" she crooned sadly bringing the girls into a comforting hug. He turned away. He knew they were looking at him. They knew that he was lying.

"Yes. The poor dears," he echoed lifelessly.

His current predicament found him the very next day waiting impatiently in the back of a crowded and noisy diner packed full with on break construction workers who were building a hotel not too far away.

"Can I get ya some coffee, hon?" a slightly older waitress sighed more than asked as she came to his table after being harassed by some of the more unmannerly construction workers a few tables down.

"Yes," he said trying to hide the nervousness in his voice, the shifting of his eyes, the look he wore as if he had committed a crime – at this point he might as well.

The waitress left leaving him alone to his thoughts. His wife had gone shopping with the girls to get them new clothes. Elena quickly got attached to things and it was only a matter of time till she got attached to the girls…only a matter of time before she realized the truth.

"Waldo," a voice startled him as a body slid into his booth. He looked up to see the person he had been waiting for: George McArnald.

"Do you still need subjects?"

McArnald raised a brow, slightly surprised by the sudden question. "I don't think this is the best setting to discuss this."

"I have two girls. Two girls that I need to disappear. I'll give them to you," Waldo said frantically ignoring the man's previous statement.

The man before him stared long and hard at his colleague, and to some extent, friend. "You're serious about this, aren't you? You were never a big supporter of my part of the project. I'm surprised you're willingly giving to me test subjects."

"I need them gone," was all he said.

The red hair looked at him thoughtfully once before nodding. "How soon can you bring them to the facility?"

He thought it over. Elena wouldn't allow anything less than a week before giving up the girls for whatever reason he managed to come up with. "A week."

"Then," McArnald said getting up. "I'll see you and my two new guests in a week." He left.

The glasses wearing man sat there in the booth for hours, unaware of the thinning diner crowd or the darkness outside.

"Sir, I'm gonna have to ask ya to leave," the waitress said with a big burly grease covered chef behind her.

"Oh, yes," he said getting up to his feet – strange how his legs felt light and thin, unable to hold his weight – he dug into his wallet placing the first bill that came into his grasp on the table without even looking. "A tip," he murmured leaving behind the extremely large and unheard of tip.

"That must have been some damn good coffee," the chef murmured.

The cold air hit him like a brick wall. The weight of what he had just done, what he had talked to McArnald about finally registering to him and yet, he felt no regret. The two girls were merely a speed bump in his plan for perfection. They would soon be just a distant memory…

Present Time

"After that, I convinced Elena that the girls' father, who I said had been out of town during the accident, was coming to pick them up. I thought I was in the clear. Unfortunately," Hopper said, wiping his glasses to distract himself from looking at Odd, "I had witnesses."

Flashback

Waldo was working on his computer, slightly annoyed that it wasn't working as well as his more high-tech computer at work. Elena was asleep in bed. The house quiet save for her, and only hers, soft snore. He felt slightly more relaxed, though, knowing that his two little "problems" were now out of his hair…or so he thought.

He was somewhat startled when a screen popped on his computer, showing a wolf based female. The room was silent, before the female finally spoke. "You love the fetus that is in Mother's womb, do you not?"

"I do, Lana. Now, why are you not in stasis?" the man asked dreading where this was going.

"As humans say, I couldn't sleep. There was much on my mind, for example, those two girls-"

"Don't start anything, Lana," Waldo warned.

"I'm sorry but what you did to those girls…it doesn't compute properly. I thought you and Mother explained to us that good parents are to take care of their children no matter what."

"They weren't my children," he snapped.

"But you are their biological father."

"It was a mistake."

"You told us we must take the consequences for our actions no matter how bad the punishment will be," Leon's voice replied as two screens popped up – one showing Rose while the other showed Leon.

"Do not question me," the scientist said angrily. "I did what I had to do for-"

"For your own selfish needs," Rose finished.

End Flashback

"At first I didn't listen to them. I thought they didn't understand since they were only computer programs, but in reality I was the one who didn't understand."

"That's an understatement," Odd growled. "You sold your own kids away in order to save your own butt. How low can you get?"

"Apparently much lower," the older man sighed. "Originally, I was only supposed to work on the artificial intelligence section of Project Carthage but McArnald, the head of the super soldiers section, needed me to pair up the best host/A.I. matches and to observe any personality changes due to the merging."

"Merging?" the boy asked confused.

"The goal of the super soldier section was to create what every country's army wanted: soldiers that never got tired or hurt easily; soldiers that could efficiently take out the enemy even when they were out numbered. At first we tried to create completely artificial soldiers but that didn't work out to well. One reason was that it took years to create and stabilize just one single soldier and two, they were…well to put it simply, think of them with the mindset of that clone you children created to replace the boy, William. They just didn't have the right mindset of instinctual survival that we, as humans, have which was needed especially for unforeseen problems and spy/surveillance work."

Hopper paused, as if letting Odd digest his words, coming to his own conclusions. The teen gasped. "So…you put them together, a human and an A.I. to make-"

"The most indestructible soldiers imagined," Franz finished, "but apparently the merging technique, something similar to a more stabilized version of being possessed by a specter, had its own drawbacks too."

21 Years Ago

Though it had been several years since he felt any kind of emotion towards her, he felt his heart clench painfully at her heart wrenching sobs that were only barely muted by the glass that divided her from the rest of humanity.

"Since Lana has been placed inside her host, it seems the girl is not taking well to the mental strain," McArnald murmured coolly, writing down the information. "She's even inflicting injuries upon herself." He sighed turning to Waldo who had yet to speak a word. "Something the matter?"

"N-no," the man replied pulling his eyes away. "I should take her to the infirmary," he said about to the leave the room.

"Waldo, I know this must be hard on you since the host is technically your daughter but-"

"I'm not worrying about the host. Just make sure that Lana comes out of this undamaged. I worked to hard on her and the others of her division. If we have to we can just purge her of her host. There's still time left."

"Of course there is more time!" McArnald said suddenly angry. "But we don't have that time. We need to get these soldiers out and ready. I know that the A.I.s of the Titan Division were personally taught by you and your wife for more human interactions if they don't shape up we'll have to make them complete blank slates. Their emotions are getting in the way of their duty. Just yesterday, Rose was supposed to get information from some prisoners and quickly exterminate them. She wouldn't kill a child that blew up one of our most protected forts because it 'wasn't right to kill a child' as she said".

"You find it wrong that they have a conscious?"

"No I just find it completely ironic that the machines have more of a heart than either you and I have put together," the red hair man sighed, placing a hand on Waldo's shoulder. "I watch you, my friend, and I know that somewhere deep down inside of you your regretting what you did to this girl," he pointed to the curled up figure in the next room. "But if it wasn't her, it would be another poor unsuspecting child, my son, Lucas, or even your young daughter, Aelita, even."

Present Time

"That was his excuse for everything. A kind of mantra he kept telling himself to make what we were doing less horrendous. But in the end it still led to the question, 'If we wouldn't do this to our own children why would we do it to these ones?'"

"Because you were all some crazed fruit loops!" Odd exploded. "Wouldn't do this to your own children? You did do it to your own children!" he yelled, knocking over the table that was between them. "How can you just sit there knowing all the horrible things you've done to them?"

"It's an art," the man shrugged. "But you can't entirely be mad at me. You must admit that somewhere deep inside you that you are grateful to me for doing what I did. If I hadn't, the girl you call Musa wouldn't be here right now."

Odd laughed; a bitter humor less laugh that sent shivers down Hoppers back. After all the years of Project Carthage, after all the years of watching this boy and his friends protect countless people everyday with his invention, he had never heard such a cruel and bitter sound.

"You're a fool," Odd said softly, the cold tone in his voice a weapon on its own. Was this the same boy, Hopper wondered. "If Musa would be happy, whoever she was before I met her, before you did so many cruel and inhumane things to her, I would give her up. Just to see her smile again. I'm not selfish like you, manipulating people so the odds turn out in your favor. I feel no appreciation towards you, only pity because Aelita has been waiting years to be reunited with you, the man she looked up to and soon…she'll realize that that man was nothing but a monster, a fake, who couldn't deal with his own problems. So tell me Waldo - or is Franz? – are you going to get rid of her too when you feel she doesn't fit into the equation?"

The older male was startled seeing the expression in the boy's eyes; a look that could make any man squirm in his seat. The boy's reaction was not what his calculations had expected. He expected the boy to be shocked and maybe frustrated but the cool indifferent composure the boy had at the moment was dark, discomforting, and to a certain point…twisted.

A knock was heard on the door and Hopper watched as Odd calmly walked to the door with barely another look at him. "What is it Sissi?" he heard the boy ask, his tone back to his normal carefree tone.

"She's asking for you," the girl answered. "She seems better. She's talking to other people, especially the doctors but she wants you."

"Okay, I'm on my way," Odd grinned. "And thanks Sissi. I owe you," he said before running off. Sissi quickly left after him, finding no reason to stay with the mysterious Hopper by herself, giving the man time to reflect on things.

He rubbed his temples gently. "I have a lot of transgressions I must repent for, don't I?" he murmured to himself staring out the window.

CODE TWILIGHT

When Odd rushed into Musa's room he found her talking to a doctor who was checking her vitals while the wolf A.I. ate a large bowl of what looked like melted ice cream.

The cat warrior was happy when he saw her eyes light up as he entered the room. Both teens waited silently, staring at each other while the doctor finished up his work before leaving with the reminder to ask for him if something should happen.

"Ice cream is good. Want some?" Musa asked holding out her spoon towards him. Odd chuckled taking the spoon as he sat down next to her on her bed. He also took the ice cream bowl but instead of eating some of the cream he put the spoon and ice cream aside.

Musa looked at him curiously, gasping in surprise as he brought her close to him, his lips pressed against hers. The girl didn't even think of struggling as she returned the kiss just as passionately.

"What was that for?" she asked softly once they parted.

Odd smiled. "Just for being you," he said before kissing her lightly on the forehead.

Musa smiled back before frowning. "Odd, about…breaking up…I-"

The boy cut her off by pressing a finger to her lips. "No more sad talk," he grinned. "I already had enough for today and I'm sure you have had enough after what happened with Emeric."

"Emeric?" Musa questioned. "Wh-what are you talking about? And while you're answering that can you please tell me where we are and why we're in here. We need to get ready for the ball."

"Ball?" Now it was Odd's turn to look confused. "Muse, the ball was a few days ago. Don't you…don't you remember?"

The girl bit her lip before looking at Odd worriedly. "No. I don't…"

So after a few weeks I have returned! Sorry about taking so long. I finished band camp that ended with a concert that could have gone a lot better for the my flute section. I also got my computer back from repairs and I'll be moving to a new house next month yay!

Okay, so originally I was going to have the scenes switch back and forth between Leon and Hopper telling the story but things just got a little complicated on Leon's end so I just decided to put Hopper's part up for this chapter and Leon's for the next one.

Nothing more to say so...PLEASE REVIEW