So, here it is (finally), my first story here on fanfiction! I really hope you guys enjoy this!

Disclaimer: I do not own Alvin and the Chipmunks and Chipettes

Summary: When their talents are analyzed without their knowledge, two teenagers are unwillingly sent off to camp to become part of a private agency where aged mysteries are revealed.

TeCoven Generation

Chapter 1

A gust of wind snuck its way in through the cracked window of the cozy home that summer afternoon. The sweet-smelling wind lightly kissed the forehead of the sleeping fifteen-year-old, who decided to crash on the couch after school had let out before his homework would even be thought of. As he slept comfortably, he breathed easily with his cap slipped over his eyes to shield them from the bright sunlight that covered his whole body like a warm sheet. With each intake of fresh air, he was more at home, a soft smile of security making its way onto his cool face. He rustled around in his sleep and caressed the couch's pillow against his body and sighed. It was then that a gentle and warming hand tenderly squeezed his shoulder, making him moan in displeasure. "It's just me," the reassuring voice whispered lightly in his ear.

The boy's eyes slowly fluttered open, his eyes adjusting, the image blurred at first, but after some time the figure came into clear view, having yet another smile appear on his face. "Hello," the sleepy Alvin greeted wearily as he attempted to lift himself to sit upright.

The once blurry figure, his mother Vinny placed her petite hand to his chest and gently pushed him back, a smile of modesty creeping its way in. "You stay here for a minute," she instructed as she knelt beside the couch, "you'll get dizzy if you stand up right after you wake up."

Alvin chuckled under his breath before resting his head back on the armrest, gazing up at the ceiling. "Oh Mom," he mumbled faintly.

"Are you hungry?" Vinny asked as she stood to her bare feet. "I made sandwiches with no tomatoes, I promise!"

At that point, Alvin knew he was home; not the fact that his mother made him sandwiches, but the simple fact that he was in his mother's presence. Don't get Alvin wrong, though; he loves Dave with all his heart. However, on the other hand, for Alvin that is, nothing was more heartwarming than a mother's special touch that he never questioned, for he could never fathom how such a petite woman could hold so much love and kindheartedness and release it all into a single hug. "Thanks Mom, but I'm not too hungry."

Vinny placed a hand to her hip with a confused look plastered on her face. "Well, I was sure you were hungry. My little boy's too old for afterschool snacks now?" she asked teasingly with a wink.

"I promise," Alvin began as he lifted himself up, "I'll eat before I leave!" he committed to his mother before heaving a heavy yawn. "Plus, I'll need energy for tonight," he continued with a nod of his head.

"For your track meet you've been telling me about this whole week?"

Alvin nodded once more followed by a hefty chuckle. "I'm just so pumped to run the 400 meter!" he exclaimed as he made his way into the kitchen with his mother following close behind. "Everyone at school thinks I'm the fastest runner!" he gloated as he took one of the tiny sandwiches from the decorative plate.

"Oh yeah?" Vinny teased with a sly smile.

"Of course, Mom; even you know I'm pretty fast!"

Vinny giggled to her heart's content and took a sandwich from the plate as well. "Sweetheart, I've seen you run," she assured. "I would think you could beat a cheetah if you were put up to one!"

"And," Alvin began, "I'm doing long jump, too. But those are the only events I'm doing."

Vinny raised an eyebrow and asked, "Well, why is that? Is it something your coach said?"

"He said I have the advantage when it comes to speed," he explained, taking a monstrous bite out of his sandwich, "but he said I don't have the strength for shot-put."

It was then that Vinny burst into a fit of giggles, which made Alvin less-than-happy. "Oh Alvin…"

"Why is that funny?"

"Sweetie," Vinny began as she placed a delicate hand on his shoulder, "I'm laughing because it's true!"

Alvin crossed his arms tightly over his chest and grimaced, "But Mom-"

"Girls your age are flattered when they see you run," she admitted, interrupting Alvin, "but... nothing flatters a girl more than seeing a guy fling that metal ball to Timbuktu!" She took her hand away from his shoulder and wrapped her tiny fists around his arm, not able to touch her fingertips, but she hoped to get her point across. Alvin was in fact significantly tinier than the boys in his grade. "I mean, you have muscles, but you're still pretty small for your age."

Alvin gazed at himself from head to toe and couldn't help but to laugh as well. "Okay, I guess you're right. It wouldn't kill me to have more protein in my diet."

"But not too much!" she warned with a shake of her finger. "Muscle can weigh you down while running!"

With that said, Alvin couldn't help but stare at his mother in shock, his blue eyes narrowing tight. "Mom… h-h-how do you know so much about this stuff?"

"Back in high school," she started, folding her hands behind her back as she made her way to the opposite side of the living room, "I was passionate about track, just like you are!"

Alvin's jaw slightly dropped and a smile came after. "You, my mom, ran track?" he asked in the utmost disbelief.

Vinny gave a single nod and slowly opened a nearby drawer. From inside, she fumbled around and finally pulled out a picture bent at the corners with a few spots here and there, but overall, the picture was in decent condition. She urged Alvin to come to her side. "I haven't looked at this picture in ages!"

The colorful photograph held five of the fittest students Alvin had ever laid eyes on, one student being his blue-eyed brown-haired mother. Her smile read cockiness, which Alvin never seen in her before; her chest was poked out in the upmost confidence and her stance was strong and beholding. Centered at the bottom of the picture read, 'Westmont High School 1985-1986 First Place,' and Alvin gazed at the picture in amusement and grasped it loosely in his hands. His own mother, a hidden track star, and he still couldn't process it, even though the picture was all the proof he would ever get. "Mom, you went to Westmont High?" he asked suddenly.

"All four years."

The two continued to gawk over the aged photo. Just by holding it, Alvin began to fantasize about the history behind this photo; he wondered what his mother was thinking at the time and how she felt being the star of the school. He loved this specific one of his mother; he saw it as a side of her that only she revealed when she wanted it to be revealed. He admired the picture and her, yearning to be the next school track star to carry on the family name.

"Watch out, Mom!" he bellowed, I'll be the next track star, you'll see!"

"You think so?"

"I know so!"

Vinny laughed aloud and slowly took the picture back. "You know who you remind me of?" she asked as she settled the picture back in the drawer, scrambling around for yet another. "Your grandfather, George; boy, was my father one boastful man, just like you!"

After some time, Vinny pulled out a photo of her father and began to straighten out the creases of the much older picture. This one differed from the previous one; this one was in sepia tone and centered at the bottom was 'Westmont High School 1960-1961 First Place.' Not only did the date take Alvin by surprise, but his grandfather's photo took the cake; a spitting image of Alvin, staring back at him with the same old arrogant smile and the look in his eyes saying 'I'm the damn best'. "Whoa… he looks just like me!"

"Crazy, huh?" she asked swiftly. "He talked about track so much when I was your age and how he adored it, I decided to do it!"

Alvin scratched his head in confusion and asked, "You had no training whatsoever?"

Vinny agreed. "I was fresh out of the box! Everyone on the team was skeptical about me, but I assured them I was the fastest runner in school!"

A sly smile smeared across Alvin's face before uttering a chuckle. "So… you were… boasting?" he exclaimed in doubt. He couldn't understand how an innocent woman such as his mother could even brag about herself; she didn't come off as being the type nor did it ever cross his mind.

Vinny blushed heavily in her cheeks and bellowed an airy sigh. "Truth be known, I was cocky; I thought I was the best the school offered…" she paused, her blue-eyed gaze drifting to Alvin, "so, if you're wondering where you got it from, you got it from me."

The two burst into a heart-filled laughter, and in the back of his mind, Alvin agreed that he was cocky, boastful, big-headed, you name it. So with that, he gave a small smile and analyzed the picture once more. As he examined the rest of the photograph, something else in it also caught his eye. "Hey Mom, what's with the napkin?" he asked, pointing to the piece of fabric hanging lazily out of his grandfather's pocket. On it, the initials TN were sewn in in elegant font with a blue, wavy boarder around the entire thing. He noticed the same piece hanging from her pocket in her high school photo, but thought nothing of it until now.

"That thing," she replied, "Your grandfather always told me he wore it for good luck," she explained before going into the drawer once again that day and pulled out the said handkerchief, not a blotch on it.

"Where did he get it from?" Alvin asked interestedly. "What does TN stand for?"

Vinny shrugged. She would tell Alvin everything about it, yet she hardly knew anything about it herself. "Come to think of it, he never told me!"

"I saw it on your picture, too, hanging from your pocket." Alvin threw in.

Fond memories began to sweep into Vinny's thoughts. "When I started track, he told me that it'll bring good luck in every meet…" she paused and laughed aloud. "After I started wearing it at my hip, I never got anything lower than second place… Until this day, I'll always know that this won me most of my meets." She tousled it in her hand and handed it to Alvin with ease, her eyes moistening with tears. "It was your grandfathers, and I know he'll be proud to know that I'm giving it to you."

Alvin's heart began to race within his chest, his cheeks turning a bright red. 'Responsibility' wrapped around his mind in an instant, and he knew he wasn't the most reliable guy in the world. With hesitation, he took it tight in his hold. "Mom, you know me though. I couldn't keep a cup of water safe!"

Vinny let a shaky sigh escape her lips, her jaw beginning to tremble, and nothing was able to stop the tears that flowed down her cheeks. With a single thumb, Alvin wiped away the discarded emotions from her face. "Sweetie, you've matured. I know you don't think so, but I see it every time I see you. I notice it when you talk, the way you care for your brothers, everything…" she paused, a weak smile spreading from ear to ear. "And your character makes me smile, because you remind me so much of your grandfather, it's almost… mindboggling…" In her tiny hands, she curled Alvin's fingers around the piece of history, her teardrops hitting it one by one. "Take it. I feel him urging you to take it."

At that, Alvin chuckled lightly, but hauntingly, he could almost feel two hands at his shoulders and a light draft at his ear. He nodded and folded it on the palm of his hands and placed it carefully in his pocket. "I'll take care of it! You have my word, Ma!"

It was then Vinny caressed her son her in her loving arms, taking Alvin by surprise, and slowly but surely, he returned the favor. "Thank you…" She nodded definitely when her eyes made their way to the clock hanging over the front door. "Oh! Alvin, it's almost four o'clock! Don't you have to be back at the high school by five?"

Alvin looked to the clock as well and immediately stood to his feet, grabbing his knapsack in his fist. "Thanks Mom. I totally forgot!" He scurried about the living room to look for his shoes and Algebra book, his eyes wide with frantic. "Man, the coach is gonna kill me if I'm late!"

"Now just relax, Alvin," Vinny spoke calmly as she handed the shaky teen his red sneakers from under the couch. "You have more than enough time to make it if you simply stay calm."

Alvin quickly wiped the sweat from his forehead and slipped on his shoes effortlessly. "Okay Mom…" he suddenly paused, his eyes growing wide with exciting. "You know what would be incredibly awesome?"

"Now what's that?"

"If… you came to watch me run." His fingers were crossed tightly around one another with a hopeful look on his face.

Vinny bit her lip as she made her way towards the window, and Alvin braced himself for the worse. "Sweetie, I have to cook and clean, a few of my friends wanted to stop by today, I have to run errands…" she named off her reasons with dismay and hurt sweeping over Alvin in an instant.

"It's fine then," he replied before throwing his knapsack over his shoulder and heading towards the door.

"But… I wouldn't miss it for the world."

With each word spoken, the dismay was lifted, making Alvin the happiest he had ever been. "You can come?"

Vinny nodded. "I might be a little late, but I'll make it."