12th October 2013 Saturday

Day 285

80 days left! I'm so excited; the relief of not updating every day is going to be overwhelming. I've noticed there's been so much Zenny these last couple of months, and it's…well, it's just…it's been fantastic!

Disclaimer: Believe me…I know I don't own the show.

With his hands on his knees, Zap cranes his head closer to look at his son, the child staring down his nose with a bored expression on his face. Jenny stands a few steps behind, unnoticed to the pilot that she had been there for a while. Her smirk of amusement remains on her face as she walks up to the group, clearing her throat to make herself known.

"What are you doing?" she asks in a sly tone. This certainly wasn't the first time she had walked in on her husband trying to pry open some of the unique gifts their offspring held. He turns around to address her, straightening up and letting his arms drop to his sides.

"I'm trying to figure out why he looks like that all the time?" he admits, turning his attention back to the little one.

"Well he must have inherited your looks," the clone laughs, receiving a mocking snort from the pilot. Zap resumes his old position; hands on his knees and staring intently towards Max.

"We winked at me at the trial. It was like he knew that he wasn't going to leave us."

Jenny brought her hand under her chin. "You know, before the trial I told him that I wasn't going to let anyone take him and he started nodding at me."

"Ok, so he does understand us," Zap stands up once again, glancing briefly over at Jenny. "Do you think he can talk then?"

"That's absurd," the mother screeches, yet bends down in the same manner as Zap. "Say 'mom'."

"No way, say 'dad'. Dad should be your first word," Zap interrupts quickly, bringing his face closer to Max. Jenny rolls her eyes before pulling Zap up to her height.

"You're so immature."

"You started it."

"Ok, ok," Jenny shakes her hands in defence, sighing as she turns to face the tot sitting on the computer desk in front of them. "Bug, if you can talk, you should just do it."

"Ok."

Their screams echo around the room at the small squeak. Both the pilot and the clone drew their weapons out in front of them, to which Max simply stared at with a raised eyebrow. Jenny was quick to lower hers, pushing Zap's firearm down in the process.

"Did we just aim guns at our child?" the mother questions with absolute regret. Zap, with a slightly startled expression, cranes his head closer to Max.

"Did you just speak?" he asks with a quiver in his voice. The kid in front of them sighs once again.

"I've known for a while that I could, but I didn't want to," Max explains, his voice squeaky from underuse. "Because from what I've seen; words, especially from your mouth-" he points quickly to his father. "-just get you in to trouble."

Jenny sighs in relief, returning her weapon to her holster. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised; I was speaking at his age when I was working in my lab."

"Actually, you were a little older than me," Max explains, causing Jenny's brow to furrow.

"How do you know that?"

"I looked at your file on the computer," he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly in the same manner as his father.

"You hacked in to my computer?" the mother asks, before lifting her head in disbelief. She turns to Zap. "I can't believe I'm having a coherent conversation with a ten-month old. It took more than ten months in to our relationship before we could form coherent conversations."

"What's coherent mean?" Zap questions, ignoring the rolling eyes of his wife. A smile grows on the pilot's lips. "Ah, he just knows how to talk because he's been reading that encyclopaedia I bought him, right little dude?"

"Well," Max drawls out, reaching over to grasp a book and hold it up. "I finished that. I've moved on to Einstein's work now."

"That's my boy," Jenny grins, her arms crossed smugly over her chest. Max peaks over the book, seeing the disappointed and slightly jealous look from his dad.

"I've mainly been focusing on flight theory," the child smiles up at his dad, holding his arms up for a hug as Zap scoops Max up in to his grip.

"That's my boy."

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