Arthur and Francis were dragged into a cell and thrown inside.

They smashed into the ground and Arthur groaned in pain.

"What is wrong?" Francis asked, worried, as he hurried over to his lover's side and laid his head in his lap gently.

Arthur just rubbed his head where it met the ground unceremoniously.

"Just…hurts…"

Francis bent down and kissed his forehead gently.

"Désolé mon cher. I wish they had not hurt you."

Tears sparkled in the corner of Arthur's eyes.

"They took our babies away…" he whispered. "They finally managed to do it…and we don't even know what it was we did to lose them!" The tears spilled out as he started crying. "And they threw us in jail! What are they doing to our babies without our knowledge?"

Francis stroked Arthur's cheek gently, trying to comfort him.

"Je sais cheri. Hopefully they will tell us soon and let us out so we can get back to them…"

"No they won't Francis!" Arthur yelled. "They don't want us to be with our babies!"

"Ssh mon cher…ssh…calm down…it will be alright…" Arthur's tears subsided into hiccups and a guard stopped outside their cell and yelled at him to shut up. "Leave him alone!" Francis growled. "We don't even know why we're in here or why they took nos enfants away!"

The guard laughed.

"Oh that's rich. You don't know why you're here? Good one."

"We don't though!" Francis shot back.

The guard stopped laughing.

"Are you serious? How could you not know? You've been charged with kidnapping and assault."

"EXCUSEZ-MOI?" Francis screamed. "We did no such thing! Those children are ours!"

"Yeah right. Let's see THAT pass in court."

"It better. And we better get nos enfants back!"

"You won't. No matter what. You're probably going to get life imprisonment." Francis's face paled at the thought. "Do you see what you're working with?" The guard grinned. "I'm hoping for the death sentence."

Francis growled.

"You will not kill us."

"I would be more than happy to try."

And with that the guard left.

While Arthur and Francis were in an actual jail cell, the kids all felt like they were too. They were constantly monitored and even when there WASN'T a guard breathing down their necks, there was always someone watching them on the dozens of cameras throughout the area.

To make matters worse, Steven had disappeared before they were woken up for breakfast.

It was now 'free time' and the other six kids were having a small meeting.

"Where do you think they took him?" Peter asked quietly, careful to not be overheard by the guards."We all know they took him away but they won't admit it."

"Why do they want to hurt Stevie?" Chelle asked. "He didn't do anything."

Matthew pulled her into his lap and gently rubbed her back.

"We know Chelle...but there are bad people who do bad things," he lowered his voice. "And I think we're surrounded by them right now."

Her eyes widened a little.

"D-Did they do that?"

"Do what?"

She pointed to the door Steven had just stumbled through.

"STEVEN!" they all yelled as they jumped up and ran over to him.

"What did they do to you?"

Steven's gaze wasn't focused.

"They taught me..."

"What do you mean they taught you? It looks like they beat you up!"

Leon gently touched the boy's nose with his hands and inspected the rest of him.

"Broken nose, black eye, bruised ribs, slightly dislocated jaw, boxed ears, and partially broken left arm."

"Steven," Matthew started, very serious. "What did they do? What did they teach you?"

"To stop fighting." The others gasped. "To give in and let them find my real parents. That those men weren't my family. Only low criminals who kidnapped us for the money."

They all stared at him.

"Steven! Steven no! You know the truth! You've been around for so long! You were there when Leon was born and when Chelle was born! Don't let them do this to you! Don't let them take your family away! Don't let them take YOU away!"

"I have been taught..." His unfocussed eyes turned to meet theirs. "And you will be too. Soon. Very soon."

They all hugged him, trying not to cry.

Their strong, rebellious brother had been broken.

Leon took Steven to the bathroom to patch him up as best he could and the other five were trying to figure out what to do about Steven and Arthur and Francis.

Their own fate was the last thing on their minds.

"We need to prove that they're our parents or we'll never be allowed to go home..."

"But what if they hurt us like they did to Stevie?"

They all turned to look at the closed door that Leon and Steven were behind.

"We can fight through it. But if they try and hurt you girls then they'll pay. Big time."

"Why didn't Alfred ever come back?"

"That's a good question...I wonder where he is..."

"They put him in an ambrulance," Ange said.

"Ambulance," she was corrected. "Not ambrulance."

"Do you think they hurt him too? Or-?"

"Free time is over," the usual guard said. "Back to your rooms."

"Not until you tell is what you did with Alfred!"

"He was gravely injured in the accident and is currently in the hospital. Now, to your rooms."

They trudged back to their rooms and sat in front of the doors as they waited for them to close.

The guard walked past each room, checking to make sure there was a child inside all of them.

"Where is this one?" He asked as he stopped in front of Leon's room.

"Bathroom."

The guard frowned and walked to the bathroom at the end of the hall.

"He should know to be in his room when free time ends."

When he reached the room, he pounded on the door.

"Free time is over! Get back in-!"

The door opened before he finished and Leon stepped out, looking coolly at him.

"I was on my way when you started to attack the door."

He calmly walked to his room and waited in front of it.

The guard opened his door and let him in.

"Now I expect all of you to stay in there. The counselor will be around soon for those who didn't see her already."

When he walked away, Leon pulled Steven out of the shadows and helped him to his bed, laying him down to keep patching him up.

"How did you do that Leon? Steven was in his room when the guard checked."

"No he wasn't. It looked like he was in his bed, but he was actually under mine. I moved him in here earlier because I knew that if one of us was missing, the guard would concentrate on finding the missing one rather than check if another was actually in his bed. Now I can continue to treat him because we've both already seen the counselor."

"You're a genius Leon."

"Thank you."

"She's coming!" came the sudden warning.

They all scrambled away from their doors and sat down at their small desks, waiting to see who she would pick today.

She stopped in the middle of the hall and pulled back a page on her clipboard, reading it.

"Peter Kirkland," she called out and everyone but Peter breathed a sigh of relief.

"I'm over here..." He said quietly.

She heard him however and opened his door long enough to get inside.

AN: Everyone is going through so much pain! D: I'm sorry! (not really though) Not gonna lie, I LOVED Leon in this chapter. Just so laid back with everything that's going on. XD

Anyway! See ya soon!