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Jones-Williams

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"They got the starboard engine, Captain!" Peter's voice carried in the class as he ran, holding the spaceship in his hand and moving it up and down unsteadily through the air. "We need to land now or we won't make it out alive!'

Turning on his heel, Peter made his way back the other way, bringing up the other ship in his other hand. "They're gaining, Captain! Shields won't hold— we're only at forty-six percent!"

Alfred was watching him in amusement, sitting back in his chair and foregoing looking over the worksheets the class had done that day in favor of the little man. A smile played on his lips.

"Commander, how long 'til impact? Two minutes, Captain!"

Alfred had to hold back a giggle. Yes, a legit giggle.

"Captain, they're firing!"

Peter had started making the firing sound effects, the pew pew pews taking over as he continued running in circles, the ships waving up and down and basically all around. Alfred felt his smile get even wider.

The little man was a total Trekkie, and Alfred couldn't help but feel so proud of him.

The teacher saw in his peripherals a form enter his class, and he grinned, showing his teeth, as his twin brother entered the room, looking just as amused at the six-year-old weaving around the chairs and yelling about crash landings.

Matthew raised an eyebrow as he took the perimeter around to Alfred's desk. "Intense chase, eh?" His smile was wide as well.

Alfred laughed. "Oh, yeah. Little man's a total Trekkie, Mattie."

Matthew hummed in agreement as Peter continued, falling to the ground as the ships crashed. He giggled breathlessly as he looked up at his teacher, smiling wide as he noticed both of them watching him. "They did it, Mr. Jones!" he exclaimed, standing and running to his teacher. "They got the bad guys!"

"Awesome!" Alfred laughed, high fiving Peter. "The heroes save the day once again!"

Peter nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah!" He turned to Matthew then, grinning. "Hey, Mr. Williams! Did you see it?! Heroes win!"

Matthew chuckled. "I sure did, Peter," he said. "I take it the Captain and his crew are all safe now?"

The child nodded seriously. "The CMO has looked them all over and they're all good." He sat down with a small huff at the chair by Alfred's desk designated for his students, and his smile was still wide. "They'll be heading back to HQ soon, after they check their supplies."

Alfred and Matthew both nodded in understanding. "Well, that's good," Alfred said, leaning onto his elbows on his desk. "Universe is safe another day."

Peter nodded, falling silent a moment to catch his breath. "So…" He looked between the two teachers, squinting as if there was something he'd been wanting to ask. "If you guys are brothers, why don't you have the same last name?"

Alfred and Matthew shared a look, smiling back at Peter. "Well, actually, we do have the same last name," Matthew said. "It's actually Jones-Williams."

Peter cocked his head to the side, his large eyebrows— just like Artie's, Alfred thought with a fond smile— furrowing. "So, why don't you go by that? Why are you Mr. Williams?"

Matthew shrugged. "Well, it'd be pretty confusing to have two Mr. Jones-Williams working at the same school, wouldn't it?"

The little man pursed his lips as he pondered on this, and Alfred chuckled when he nodded. "I guess. But why did you choose Williams? And why did Alfred go with Jones?"

"Because Alfred Jones sounds cooler," Alfred stated, winking at Peter. "Alfred Williams didn't have the same heroic ring to it!"

His twin rolled his eyes as Peter gazed up at him in awe. "Yes, and since he took our dad's last name— Jones— I took our mom's and went with Williams."

Peter "oh"ed, like the light had been turned on and suddenly everything made sense. "They didn't want to give up their last names?"

Alfred shrugged this time. "Guess not."

"Makes sense," the boy said. "Dad wouldn't want to give up his name, either. Said he'd never be a Mr. Jones, so he'd have to be a Kirkland-Jones."

Alfred laughed outright at that, both at the statement and his brother's questioning look asking Why the hell would that even be something to think about?

Peter simply smiled innocently, and it wasn't a moment later that a third man walked in, his blond hair tied back with a blue ribbon and his sea blue eyes sparkling in bemusement. Peter caught sight of him and stood up, going to grab his bag. "Hey, Uncle Francis!"

"Bonjour, chère," he replied, watching the teachers. "Did I miss something?" He looked to the Canadian teacher, tossing a wink in Matthew direction and smirking at the resulting flush on the teacher's cheeks. "And Mathieu! How nice to see you!"

"Bonjour, Monsieur Bonnefoy," Matthew replied, a small smile on his lips. He ignored Alfred's taunting poke to his side and the devilish grin he knew was on his twin's face. "Ça va?"

"Oui. Just here for Peter." Francis watched his best friend's son putting away his things before finally grabbing his bag. "Ready, chère? Your père is tied up at the office right now, but he should be home in an hour or so."

"Okay!" Peter turned back to the teachers, waving. "See ya tomorrow, Mr. Jones!"

With another wave, the two left, and Alfred sat back, smiling contentedly as he and his brother sat in silence until the bell for the end of lunch rang, and Matthew stood.

He looked back at Alfred, a smirk on his lips as he back out of the room. "Kirkland-Jones. Really?"

Alfred rolled his eyes, feeling his face heat as he threw the closest thing he could grab at his twin— a wad of paper— making a face as Matthew ducked and began snickering. "You're just jealous, Mattie!"

Matthew just shrugged, rolling his eyes and leaving the room. "Whatever you say, Al! You keep telling yourself that!"

Alfred pouted as his afternoon class began trickling in, but it didn't last long, eventually pulling up into a smile as he took roll and began the class a few minutes later.

Alfred Kirkland-Jones. He could work with that.