Sage's POV

It was only a little after eleven, and I was getting bored. Arseny had woken up a little while ago, but I managed to calm him down so that he'd go back to sleep. His fever had gone back up, but he hadn't thrown up. I guessed the first two times he did it would be all. You wanna know what's weird? Apparently kids don't develop teeth in like two hours. They also don't develop their canines first. Usually it's the top or bottom front. This whole thing with Arseny called for some questioning.

But that could wait for, say, fifteen minutes. Or when the flock got home. Just not now. Because right now I was once again in Iggy's arms. It felt good here, like nothing in the whole world could touch me and I was safe. It was comforting. He rested his face in my hair, smelling it. I started using a new shampoo. Before it was strawberry, and now it was cucumber melon. He said that he liked both, but I was positive that this one was his favorite. I felt his fingers become knotted in my hair, and I held his other hand tighter.

"I love you," he said into my hair.

"But I'm pretty sure I love you more," I said back.

It had been a while since we were like this. Actually, since Arseny was born, we hadn't done this. Now we took advantage of any time we had alone, doing whatever time and feelings allowed. Sometimes we cuddled, sometimes we made out, and sometimes, we hit home runs (If you know what I mean). And if you didn't get what I just said, then oh well. I'm not gonna explain it more than that.

"Iggy, do you miss when we used to do this regularly?" I asked after he'd kissed me on the cheek.

"I do. I really miss this. I mean, I'm glad we even get to do this anymore. It makes me appreciate every second I spend with you that much more."

That made me smile. I decided to make him smile. I sat up so that I was equal height with him, and gave him one of those really memorable kisses that we used to share more often than this.

"That was amazing," he said before kissing me back.

You wanna know what broke us from Fantasy World? When Ella and the flock returned home from school. Iggy and I were holding hands, me on his lap and my head on his shoulder.

"If you don't mind, I'd rather have a PG rated afternoon," said Fang, giving us his characteristic smirk.

Iggy sighed and said, "Well, I enjoyed it while it lasted. I guess I better get dinner started." And with that he went into the kitchen.

Iggy's POV

Well I got what I wanted today; alone time with Sage. It was something that I'd been craving for a while now. With all that was going on around us, this was a nice break. Don't get me wrong, we were still completely worried about our son and what Caleb might do next, but this just made us feel invincible.

As I started on dinner I heard little feet tapping around upstairs. Those footsteps got closer and closer until they were coming down the stairs. Before I knew it, little hands were grabbing the bottom of my sweatpants. If Arseny was okay enough to walk, then he was fine. I reached into the top shelf of the cabinet, feeling around for the thermometer. When I found it, I picked him up and sat him down in a chair, then stuck the thermometer into his mouth.

After a couple minutes, it beeped.

"Let's go see mommy. She'll read this for us," I told him.

"Sage, can you read this? Arseny just came downstairs, but I wanted to make sure that he was okay."

She gasped as I handed her the thermometer, then hugged us both.

"What happened?" asked Nudge.

"Arseny was sick today and we had no idea what was wrong with him. I'm not talking your average cold either. More like puking, sweating, and temps over 105. So that may cause some alarm," I said.

I put little Arseny down to play with Angel or whatever he was going to do so that I could finish dinner.

Sammy's POV

Stupid Caleb. Stupid Cassie. Stupid Joanna. Stupid white coats. Stupid School. I hated them all, and I didn't need them to survive. If I wanted, I could overthrow that whole organization and take it all over myself.

But that's not what I was gonna do.

I was gonna leave them all. Without me, their plans would fail. Id been snooping around the lab, trying to get info, and every plan involved me. If you took me out of the equation, out of the big picture, then there would be failure all around. Basically, I was the central piece to everything; their only hope if success. But that's not what I wanted. I wanted a family that loved me.

Cassie and Caleb didn't care.

I saw how Sage loved that baby. I wanted my mom and dad to love me like that. They don't realize that I'm only six years old! I guess they didn't understand because nobody was there to love them. I don't even know if love was programmed into their genes, but it was certainly in mine (or lack thereof).

I couldn't stay here anymore. I was going to find Sage and her boyfriend and their son. I wanna live with them. That boy has no idea how lucky he is to have a mother and father who care.

But when I left, I slipped into a river. Everything got cloudy…

Caleb's POV

What had we done wrong?

When we noticed Sammy was missing, Joanna, Cassie and I decided to go looking for her. There she was, lying in the river, still as she'd ever been. Immediately tears began streaming down Cassie's face. I wouldn't be able to hold myself together for very long. I picked up her cold body, chilled be the water, and carried her back to the School. They wanted to do and autopsy. I said no, but Cassie and I had an informal funeral for her.

She was six, but wasn't even alive for a year. There was so much she missed out on. So many things that we never taught her. This called for a self evaluation. I knew what she wanted, but I pushed her away so many times. She left in search of it because nobody here would give it to her. Maybe if I'd given her a hug, or told her a bedtime story or something, she'd still be here now. You have no idea how guilty I feel for Sammy's death. All because I wouldn't love her.

Iggy: well the end of that chapter was depressing.

me: I know

Iggy: what next

me: I'm not sure yet....

Iggy: wanna go make bombs?

me: *twitches* not really. Call me crazy, but I don't feel like being blown up at the moment.

Iggy: okay then.