Author's Note:

Hello! For those who don't know I deleted my previous published story with the same title because there were a lot of grammatical errors and I was too eager to post this story LMAO

Anyways. This story came from a daydream I just had out of nowhere, and later on I started to come up with a full outline for this fic. It is a very outlandish idea, but I enjoyed writing it.

I hope you'll enjoy it as well.

Prologue: Min & Marty

Minerva Campbell needed this. Camping out in the middle of a quiet night in the middle of the woods, crickets chirping from the background, a warm light radiating from the campfire, and a cup of hot cocoa between her hands. She felt a cold wind brushing against her porcelain face. She fixed her blonde hair to keep it away from her mouth. Fortunately, she was prepared for the cold night. She wore her blue turtleneck sweater and gray jeans. She also wore her typical beige shoes with warm white socks.

She had never felt so relaxed in her entire adult life. Being a Helper, Minerva loved helping people, and she took pride in it, even if it meant working on a late-night shift. She was never bothered by the stresses of her work, until Martin decided to go out for an unplanned camping trip. She was skeptical about going on a spontaneous outing, but she was glad she went with it in the end.

"Hah!" An enthusiastic shout sounded from the tent.

It was rather small, but it can fit both of them inside. Martin Mertens crawled out holding packs of graham crackers, a bag of marshmallows, and two bars of chocolate. He has a golden beige skin, dons a thick mustache, his long dark blonde hair tied to a ponytail, he wore his green wool turtleneck sweater and pistachio-colored jeans which tucked under his red boots.

"I knew I packed these babies before we left!"

"It would be a shame if you didn't," Minerva said jokingly.

"Hey! I'm not that bad," Martin jokingly bites back.

He placed the snacks near where Minerva was sitting. Then he scooted his foldable chair closer to her. He plopped down into his chair, stretching out his legs and arms.

"But you gotta admit it, Min. Without the S'mores, this is still the best camping trip you've ever been on," Martin said, giving her a snarky smirk.

Minerva can't help but chuckle.

"S'more or no s'mores. This is the most relaxed I have ever been since I started working," she took a sip from her cup of hot cocoa and let out a satisfied sigh. "Oh my, I needed that."

"I know you needed this," Martin picked up a packet of graham crackers and ripped it open. "It's been a hectic month for you, especially when-"

Martin stopped himself, trying to tread carefully with his words.

"Well… y'know…"

Minerva let out a sigh. She gave Martin an understanding smile.

"You don't have to beat around the bush for me," she sat up, leaning towards the campfire. "I just thought that I could forget all about it when I just busy myself with more work."

Her expression became more solemn, her smile slowly faded.

"But I still have those dreams. A dream of a little one running around the living room while we watch with pride and joy." She hitched a breath. "But then whenever I wake up, it's just… It reminds me that I will never get to have that dream. To have a family."

Minerva said in a shaky voice. Tears ran down her face. Martin dropped the packet and reached for Minerva's hand.

"Hey, hey. This isn't the end y'know?" He tucked his right hand into his sweater's sleeve, he then used it to wipe Minerva's tears. "We might not be able to have kids, but it doesn't mean we can't start a family."

Minerva sniffled, trying to ease herself from becoming too emotional.

"You mean it?"

"Of course!" Martin gave her a smile. "We could explore some other options."

Minerva wiped away her tears and gave her lover a relieved smile. "You're not that bad, y'know?"

"What are you talkin' about?! I'm great!" Martin throws up his hand dramatically, with a wide smile on his face. Minerva can't help but laugh at the sight of Martin's antics.

A bright green light shone above them. Minerva and Martin looked up to the sky and saw a streak of what seemed to be a green fireball soaring down from the sky. They both watched it with awe.

"Is that a shooting star?" Martin inquired curiously.

"No…" Minerva replied, still entranced at the sight from above. "I think… that's a meteorite."

"Woah…" Martin said with awe. "This trip gets better and better."

A thunderous boom sounded off across the sky, prompting the couple to cover their ears. As they looked up again, the meteorite suddenly changed its course. The ball of fire grew larger and larger, seemingly towards their direction. On instinct, Martin grabbed Minerva by her arm, dragging her away from the potential impact of the meteor. Martin saw a trench formation not too far from where their tent was set up. Martin then tackled Minerva into the trench, prompting her to yelp. They felt the heat from the meteorite; the ground trembled as they braced together. The winds grew stronger, branches and other debris from the forest soared above them. Martin tried his best to cover his head and make sure Minerva was safe under him.

Then the impact came. It felt like it was far away from their campsite, but the impact created a huge gust of wind. Debris flew everywhere, dust and dirt rained down on the couple. As the impact settled, Martin slowly got up. He checked on Minerva who let out a fit of coughs; she was covered in dirt and dust, as were Martin.

"You okay, Min?" Martin asked in a worried tone.

"Yeah-," Minerva coughed. "I think I swallowed a piece of dirt."

"I think there's a lot of it stuck in my hair," he quipped.

Slowly, Martin got up and poked his head out of the safety of their trench. Their campsite had been completely blown away; patches of flames were everywhere, and he could faintly smell the unpleasant ash. Several feet away from them, Martin saw the impact crater of the meteorite. The trees around it had been flattened or blown away. Martin crawled out from the trench, waiting for Minerva as she got up and dusted some dirt off her clothes. When she was ready, Martin reached for her, and she graciously accepted and got pulled out from the trench.

"Well, this is the most exciting thing since I got you out from Re-Ed," Minerva quipped.

"I'm glad that something topped that experience," Martin let out an amused chuckle.

The couple looked toward the impact site of the meteorite. Slowly, they trekked towards the crater. As they reached the edge, they saw a round, metallic ship with a sort of 'fins' protruding from the end of it, resembling a star. Minerva gasped and Martin stared in shock.

"Is that what I think it is?" Martin inquired.

Minerva looked around and spotted a long branch on the ground. As she grabbed it, she felt that it had quite a weight to it, but it was easy to hold. She then slid down to the crater, surprising Martin in the process.

"Min?! What're you doing?!" Martin asked in panic.

"Whoever's inside this thing needs our help," she quickly said.

She then jammed the branch into what looked like the cockpit of the ship and began to push down on the branch.

"We're dealing with aliens, Min!" Martin replied in a tense beat. "Whatever's inside that might try to kill us!"

Minerva continued to pry the ship open. She did so based on her instinct. If someone needed help, she jumped into action, no matter how dire the situation was. Martin let out a groan. He grabbed a branch that he thought was sturdy enough, then slid down to the crater. He walked to the other side of the ship.

"The things I do for love," He muttered, as he jammed the branch into the cockpit.

With their combined might, they pushed down on the branches. Suddenly, the cockpit opened, releasing a gust of wind. The couple stepped back, startled. As the cockpit rose upward, it began to slide towards the back of the ship. Inside, a baby wrapped in red and blue blankets lay sleeping. Only his fair-skinned face showed. The couple were stunned by the revelation.

"Who puts a baby inside a spaceship?!" Martin asked in concern.

The infant began to stir from his sleep. His eyelids fluttered a few times, revealing his blue eyes. He examined his surroundings until his gaze fell upon the couple in front of him. He struggled a bit to get out of his blankets, revealing his curly raven-colored hair. As the baby attempted to stand up, he wore a blue onesie with a black pattern around his upper chest that pointed downward with a yellow circle in the center. His legs wobbled as he balanced himself and started walking toward Minerva.

Minerva rushed towards the baby before he took another step off the ship. She held the infant in her arms, letting out a giggle as he touched her face. Minerva couldn't help but giggle along with him; she then nuzzled her forehead against his, prompting the child into even more fits of giggles. Meanwhile, Martin watched them in astonishment.

"Um… Min?" Martin started.

Minerva broke her affectionate game with the child and looked towards Martin, still smiling.

"What?"

"You can't be serious," Martin finally said.

"You said we can explore more options," Minerva argued.

"It didn't include "adopting a baby from outer space"!" Martin argued. "And what about his parents? They might be looking for him."

"Maybe they don't want him," Minerva argued back. "Marty, this is our chance. And if somebody else finds him they're just going to give him away to the Experimenters. Imagine the things that they'll do to him!"

Martin was about to say something when he heard vehicles stopping several feet away from them. He climbed up the crater to see who had arrived. To his surprise, he saw a large truck with a symbol of a white circle and an "S" in the middle of it. Martin quickly ducked back into the crater and looked at Minerva with a panicked expression.

"The Seekers are here," he said in a whisper.

"Then we better get out of here. Fast," Minerva whispered back.

She began to climb out of the crater, with the child in her arms. Martin grumbled for a moment and quickly grabbed the infant's blankets. As he did so, his eyes caught sight of something on the red sheet. The most eye-catching part of it was the yellow symbol, shaped like a diamond with an 'S' in the middle of it.

"Martin!" Minerva quietly shouted.

Martin quickly folded the blankets and started climbing up the crater.

Martin peeked out from behind the curtains. The front yard was empty; no Seekers had stopped by at their home. He breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on their couch. He wore his white shirt and gray sweatpants. He was the first one to clean up while Minerva spent time with the child. Martin looked over to his right and examined the baby lying on the other end of the couch. He was fast asleep, covered by the blankets they had brought with them from the ship. Martin eyed the strange symbol on the red blanket, which aligned perfectly across the boy's chest.

"What do you think it means?"

Martin looked up to see Minerva, dressed in her long, pink sleeping gown. She was drying her hair with a towel as she walked towards Martin.

"Dunno," He replied.

Minerva sat gently beside him, avoiding waking the child up.

"An 'S', I guess," he shrugged.

Minerva replied with a hum. She looked at the sleeping form of the child and couldn't help but smile at him. Martin looked over at Minerva, concern riddling his face.

"This is going to be tough to explain," Martin started. "The kid's probably a year old now. People will know that he's not ours."

"You used to be a con man. You could figure something out," she jokingly replied, eyes still on the child.

"The key words being "used to be"," Martin replied with a pout.

Minerva gasped and quickly turned to Martin with excitement.

"We should start thinking of names!"

"There's no going back from this, huh?" Martin asked with a blank expression.

Minerva pondered for a moment, wrapping her arms around Martin's, while placing her head on his shoulder. Martin replied by relaxing his body and scooting closer to Minerva.

"Oh, I know!" Minerva started. "What do you think of the name-"

"Finn?" Martin called out as he got out of the bedroom. "Where'd you go, buddy?"

Martin walked down the hallway into the living room wearing his white hoodie and dark pistachio jeans.

"I swear, you're a better Hider than I was," he said.

In que, a two-year-old Finn popped out from the side of the single couch chair. He wore a Munsell blue shirt and blue shorts, his hair brushed to the right side. On one hand, he was holding a toy rocket ship and waved it around.

"Waket!" Finn said with enthusiasm.

He then ran off to the middle of the living room while spouting some rocket ship noises from his mouth. Martin couldn't help but chuckle at his son's antics. Finn continued to play with his toy, then he threw it towards the wall with unbelievable force, impaling it through. Finn looked in shock at his toy stuck in the wall. He then turned towards his dad with a surprised look on his face.

"Oops," Finn uttered out.

"Well…" Martin said blankly. "When mom sees this, you're gonna get us in trouble again."

Martin walked up to Finn and then lifted him up, carrying him in one arm.

"But we both know mom won't stay mad at you," he said with a smile.

Martin bopped Finn's nose with his index finger, prompting the kid to laugh.

A tiger carrying a small elderly woman on its back burst through their window. Martin's eyes widened in fear; this was the same elderly woman he had encountered during his con artist days. Four large men then stormed into their home, kicking down the door. They were surrounded, and Finn began to squirm in fear, not understanding what was happening. Martin did his best to calm and comfort Finn.

"End of the line, Mertens!" the old lady said. "We're here for vengeance!"

Martin looked around from where he stood. He was far away from the window; booking it wouldn't be an option. He could run up to the kitchen, but the tiger would just catch up to him in an instant. He backed away until he hit the wall with an abstract painting of a horse or a cow—it didn't really matter. He grabbed the painting and slammed it at the guy closest to him. The goon's head just ripped through the painting, seemingly unbothered.

"Well, that didn't work," Martin quipped nervously.

One of the goons took Finn from Martin's arms.

"Hey!"

The other two goons grabbed Martin by both of his arms. The larger goon walked up to Martin and struck him right in his stomach. He buckled in pain, his knees dropped to the floor, struggling to breathe as the wind knocked out of him.

"Daddy!" Finn cried out, trying to squirm from the goon with a canvas hanging from his neck. He struggles to keep the kid calm.

"Please-," Martin gasped for air. "Not in front of the boy. I'll do anything you want, just please let my son go!"

Across Martin's face, the goon delivered a strike. The boy's cries grew louder as the goon struggled to keep him down.

"Why is this baby so strong?!" the goon uttered.

"Look at you, Mertens," the old lady's tiger prowled closer to Martin's hunched form. "You're just a pathetic man. I almost felt sorry for what's gonna happen to you next."

The tiger growled, baring its sharp teeth at Martin. Finn squealed in panic. His eyes began to glow red, and he started to feel a burning sensation. The tiger's wagging tail caught his attention. It began to smoke, then it quickly set ablaze, causing the tiger to panic. It started to pounce around the living room as the old hag clung onto it for dear life. The tiger howled in pain and jerked upright, causing the old hag to fall off. The tiger quickly jumped out of the house and ran away through the palm trees.

Everyone looked on in shock, not knowing how the tiger had been set on fire. The goon's grip on Finn loosened, and the boy felt relief. Finn turned to his captor and swung at him with all his might. With a loud thud, the goon fell to the ground, unconscious. Finn tumbled away from the goon and set himself upright. The old hag noticed the unconscious goon.

"What the- Somebody grab that baby!" The hag ordered.

The larger goon walked towards Finn, who cowered in fear from the hulking figure of the man. Meanwhile, Martin was able to escape from his captors due to their state of confusion. As he did so, Martin tackled the large goon by his neck.

"Finn!" Martin exclaimed. "Run out of here! Go look for mommy or anyone, just-"

The large goon grabbed Martin by his shirt and lifted him up away from him. Martin let out a nervous chuckle. He dropped Martin to the floor with a loud thud. Martin gasped for air as two more shadows loomed over him. As he looked up, he saw himself surrounded by three goons.

"What are you all waiting for?!" The old hag exclaimed. "Beat him up!"

The goons clenched their fists, but Martin caught something in the corner of his eye. In an instant, he covered his head with his arms. The goons got hit by the couch that soared towards them like a speeding car, pinning them to the wall; all of them were now unconscious.

The old hag looked on in shock. Turning around, she saw a teary-eyed two-year-old standing in the middle of the room. Her confusion quickly turned to a shocking realization.

"G-Ghost!" The hag exclaimed. "There's ghost inside the hou-"

Martin hits the lady with a vase of flowers over her head, her unconscious body dropped to the floor. Martin sighed in relief. He heard a faint whimper. He looked towards his son, tears rolling down his eyes.

"I-," Finn sniffed. "Sowwy…"

"No, no," Martin reassures him. "You did nothing wrong, Finn."

He walked up to Finn and lifted him up to his arms. He tucked his hand into his hoodie's sleeve and used it to wipe Finn's tears away.

"You helped me," Martin said with a kind smile. "You're a helper. Like mommy."

He bopped his son's nose again, causing Finn to give a little smile.

Minerva yawned as she drove through her neighborhood. She couldn't wait to go home and go to bed. But first, she had to spend a couple of hours of quality time with Martin and Finn, and a cool cup of Mango Lassi. As she pulled up to the front of the house, she saw a group of Seekers standing in front of her home. Her mind raced in panic, thinking that they were after Finn.

She ran out of the car towards the group of Seekers. Upon closer inspection, she saw their house windows were shattered and the door seemed to be kicked in. She realizes that there was a sort of break-in.

"It was a ghost I tell you!"

Minerva looked towards her left. Inside the back of the Seeker's van, there were four large men who looked worse for wear. One of them had their head poking through out of the canvas. It was a painting of... a horse? Cow? She hasn't figured that out yet.

One of the Seekers walked by carrying a small old lady like a child. She flailed her limbs like she was having a temper tantrum.

"I tell you! That house is haunted!" she shouted insistently.

The Seeker, a large woman with red, long, curly hair, and a violet cat hat. The large woman shoved the old lady inside the van.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry, you won't go to Re-Ed," The Seeker grabbed the van's doors.

"You're going straight to prison."

She shut the door and the van drove off.

"Min," Martin called out behind her.

She quickly turned her back and saw Martin standing with little Finn in his arms, fast asleep.

"Marty!" Minerva exclaimed.

She ran towards the people she cherishes so dearly. As she gets closer, she reaches for Martin's face.

"Are you two alright? What happened? Why did this happen?" she frantically asked.

"I'm fine, Min," Martin reaches for her hand. "I got punched, but I'm fine."

He looked at his son, sleeping in his arms.

"I got a little help from this little guy."

The couple examined Finn, soundly asleep in Martin's arm. Minerva caressed her son's back and smiled at her little angel.

"You should've seen him, Min," Martin started. "He knocked the socks off those guys. Four times his size!"

Minerva looked at Martin in shock.

"He shot a fire from his eyes, Min!" He exclaimed softly, not to wake up Finn.

Minerva just stared in astonishment. It sounded unbelievable, but having Finn for a year she witnessed things that are impossible to believe. The time when they discovered what he was capable of, he lifted her car because his toy got under it. The time when he sneezed, he froze his own juice cup.

"The things he could do," Martin continued. "You were right about him, Min. He is special."

"The two of you gave me a chance and I'm not gonna waste that," he looked directly at Minerva's eyes, smiling, and feeling like a changed man. "I'm gonna set my life straight. Probably start an actual barber shop business. I'm good with cutting hair, right?"

Minerva couldn't help but chuckle at her lover's sudden oath. But she found it very sweet of him to show how much he cares for their son.

"I'll make sure that I will raise him right," Martin said with finality.

"WE will raise him right," Minerva corrected him and gave him a proud smile.

The couple leaned in, and their lips touched. They both cherished this moment for a while until they broke away from their kiss. Minerva embraced Martin's free side, while he used his free arm and wrapped it around her. They stayed there until the Seekers cleared out of their house.

Author's Note:

I hope you enjoyed your read! Please favorite and leave a comment about what you think about the story. I would love to hear your thoughts.