Warnings: Language. None other. . (End note)

Inspiration: I finished reading The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, which I thought was super adorable! And I decided I liked that "format." And well, I was meaning to start a multi-chapter story on The Darkest Powers, but I didn't have any ideas. Everyone's doing their own "Post- Reckoning" and I wanted to do something different, something different. And which, if you see my "List Of Planning Stories" on my profile, you'd know I don't really do cliché.

Things to Know: Lets pretend in 2010, they destroyed the Edison's Group's headquarters in the Reckoning. Zodiac signs play a big part in my story. And so, if anyone of you know the Aquarius sign, and I'm going the opposite direction with his personality, please tell me. And everything will be in third person.

Disclaimer: Don't own the Darkest Powers, Kelley Does!

February 19, 2019

"Here you go, Mrs. Souza" A nurse with a light accent sounds through the room.

"Thank you." A deep voice vibrates in the dark.

"Look Derek, his hold on my finger is so tight! Guess he got your strength, huh?" A sweet, melodic voice sounds through the boys ears before a chuckle is heard.

"So have you thought of a name for the baby yet?" The voice from earlier asked politely, for once in her life actually interested. Not that being a shaman that specializes in half-breeds is ever uneventful, it's just that this specific couple are so...different. And she has a mild feeling she's going to be seeing a lot of them soon enough.

"Hmm.." The soft voice hums and even though the baby in questions wants to sleep to that lullaby like melody, he opens his eyes.

The sudden bright light blinds the boy for a few minutes, blinking as he tries to adjust to it. Once he does, the first person he sees is a beautiful face above him, sapphire blue eyes wide as the woman gasps at him. The woman smiles at him sweetly, and though the boy is much too young to know anything, he believes this is an angel. He reaches out a cubby hand to touch the unique angel, seeing how soft her skin is. He cocks his head, wondering why an angel is holding him.

Then he feels a large hand cup his left cheek and he looks to his left to stare right into two deep green eyes. The boy's eyes widen in astonishment. He has never seen such green orbs, it was a phenomenal to him, and in curiosity he stretches his hand to touch these two forest green balls. But the hand catches his hand as the women let's out an angelic giggle.

"Whoa, sorry kiddo, that might hurt." The man smiles.

"Wow, I have never seen that combination of eye color in a baby before." The boy in question hears another voice say in disbelief. But because that meant nothing to him, he ignores it.

"A name..." The angel wonders as she taps a finger on her chin. "Darren? Drake? Dain? Daniel?" The baby looks at the women who is looking at the man.

"What's with you and D's?" He asks jokingly.

"What? He has your eyes."

"He has both our eyes."

The angel pouts and sighs. "You have any names?" She asks.

The man ponders, then looks at the baby. He ruffles the boys light, thin hair. "How about...Ethan?"

"Ethan, pick up your room. Ethan, let go. Ethan, it's past your bedtime. Ethan, stop eating so much." The woman tests out the names in different scenarios absentmindedly before looking up and smiling.

"Stop eating?" The man inquires while raising his eyebrow in a way that makes the boy envious.

"Well, he is your son." The woman points out.

"And I wouldn't have it any other way." He chuckles before kisses her on the forehead as the woman sighs slightly.

"Ethan. Ethan Christopher Souza it is then." They say, remembering the promise they made to Kit before they both smile and look down at their beautiful son.

The boy looks from the man to the women holding him tightly. He's only one day old, and yet, he already has learned two things: He loves these two people staring adoringly at him.

And he's going to ask the man how to do the raisey-brow thing.

July 23, 2019 is the day Ethan Souza mastered the weird rising-brow thing. But he hadn't learned it from the man, but from a funny man with small eyes and spiky blonde hair. Ethan thinks his name is Simon, but he might be mistaken.

"Well damn, you're gonna be a heart breaker some day, eh?" The man muses as he lifts Ethan from his lap to face him, Ethan's feet planted on Simon's legs. His fingers are under his armpits, steadying him up.

Suddenly, he sighs. "You know, Derek will kill me if I ever told him, but when we were younger, I had always wanted him to marry a blond or an Asian. That way, though me and Derek might look nothing alike, at least you and I might share some traits. Good thing you got your moms hair, huh? Well, at least girls won't be questioning your sex preference because of your hair. You lucky son of-"

"Don't cuss in front of him!" Ethan finds himself up in the air as Simon's fingers are replaced by more feminine ones. He is shifted so he can see a black haired woman. She smiles at him as she picks him higher up in the air, inspecting him with better light.

"My, my, cameras do tend to dim details on color, don't they?" She mutters and Ethan touches her hair, seeing how it is also in spikes like the other guy, just black and longer. He never met this women, yet he doesn't actually mind she's holding him, like he does with other strangers. In fact, he highly dislikes it when he and mom go into stores and suddenly, every random woman there is trying to get their hands on him. They even have the nerve to pry him from mommy's arms! All the while oohing and awing at his eye colors: brilliant bright sapphire on the left and vibrant green on the right.

He especially doesn't like it when they try carrying him, he only let's dad and mom and anyone who smells like them carry him.

Anyways, this woman presses him against her, then sits next to the Simon man on the couch. Again, Ethan is lifted up by his armpits to face the woman.

"Hey Ethan. It's me. Your aunty Tori. Don't worry, Simon doesn't have to be your only babysitter any more. What a relief, eh?" Ethan looks to his left to see the man lifting his eyebrow, curling it perfectly. Now he remembers what he wanted to learn!

He bounces up and down, smiling at the man.

"Tori, Ethan loves me, I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh please. I just walked in to catch you about to use profanity in front of him!" Again, he curls a brow, and Ethan bounces some more, reaching out a hand to him, trying to get out of the woman's grasp.

"Yes, because you never cuss." He says accusingly. Then he notices the boy jumping and looking at him with such a wide smile and large eyes, he laughs. "And see! He's reaching out to me, because he likes me!"

Simon comes closer and opens his arms, and Ethan jumps enthusiastically on him, Simon laughing. Ethan stands on Simon's legs and immediately touches his brow. This causes Simon to raise it, slightly confused, which causes Ethan to smile wider. Ethan outlines the eye brow while it's still curved, then touches his own, willing it to curve just like Simon's. When he can't, he frowns.

"Uh-oh. What's wrong Ethan?" Simon asks when he sees Ethan sad, raising an eyebrow. And as soon as he does, the little boy claps, then touches the brow again. He traces it, then tries to replicate it on his own.

Again, he fails. He reaches to touch it again, to see it not curved anymore. So he does the logical thing and slaps the eye.

"Ow!" Simon protests and he rubs his eye. "What was that for?" he asks the baby. Oh, how Ethan wished to ask the man to teach him his masterful ways, but he didn't know how. So he just bounced on the ball of his feet, fingering Simon's eyebrow again. Then, he was lifted up in the air once more by the same woman.

"Okay, it's time for Tori-Ethan bonding time!" She shifts the boy so he's hugging her and she starts walking away. While Tori was facing the other direction, Ethan can see Simon stand up and place a hand on her shoulder, halting her.

"Hey! Me and Leah's wedding is in two days, in which we'll be very busy, then we'll be gone for our honeymoon! We won't see Ethan for who know when. That's not fair, I need some valuable time with him before I leave!" Tori doesn't bother turning around, just her head to look at Simon.

"Do I look like I care?"

As she walks again, Ethan can hear Simon muttering lowly "Why the fuck did Chloe want me to invite you to my wedding again?" before yelling, "Tori! You can't just-" He stops mid sentence, mouth still open and hand still up in the air, forefinger pointing accusingly at Tori. It looks as if he's frozen there, expression unchanging. But that's impossible, right?

Ethan cocks his head to the side, wondering how Simon can keep still for such a ling time.

How is he doing that? Ethan asks himself while scrunching his face, deep in thought. That's when he feels a weird stretch on his forehead, his side muscles moving, stretching. Slowly, he lifts a finger to his eyebrows...

To feel them curved just like Simon!

Yes! He has finally learned how!

Tori walks away, and Ethan looks back at the unchanging Simon, thanking him for his lessons.

November 12, 2019 is the day Ethan Souza learned the art of crying.

He found that if he cried lots, then he gets many gifts and gets to spend a longer time with daddy.

This whole week daddy has been working a lot because of his new job, and Ethan misses him.

Mommy was also working, but her work is mostly at home and sometimes

(like today) she had to go to a conference. But it was seldom and Ethan soon found he spent more time with mom then with dad. But the hours alternating between mom and dad were supposed to be equal, so Ethan figures it was about time he and daddy spent some more time together. True, Ethan isn't quite sure why he really strongly believes his parent are his and only his, not their boss's, but he figures it's just a baby's need.

So as Leah, a woman that now is always with the cool Simon guy, tried to calm down his obnoxious crying, Ethan cried out one word from the few that he had recently learned how to pronounce. "Daddy! Daddy!" Leah finally sighs and yells out "Simon! Call Derek please!" To the mention of his father's second name, Ethan is about to stop crying in excitement, but he catches himself in the last second.

Simon steps out of the bathroom and into the living room, where Leah is pacing around, bouncing Ethan up and down.

Which to Ethan makes no sense. How is making someone dizzy by bouncing them going to make them stop crying?

Simon takes Ethan and holds him. "Leah, you know Derek is working." by the sound of disapproval, Ethan figures Simon is trying to talk Leah out of her brilliant idea, so he kicks the crying up a notch.

"Yes. And you know he can finish constructing a whole building in five days, so what's the big deal if he misses three hours?" Leah pouts at Simon, and Ethan is encouraging her to continue. "Besides, I want to show you something back home" She uses a voice Ethan has never heard before, but as he sees Simon eager to follow, Ethan classifies it as a cool tactic to persuade someone.

"And that something sure beats a crying baby?" Simon asks and Leah nods. Simon smirks before lifting Ethan up to the light."Sorry, but I'm going to have some fun tonight!" Simon grins at the innocent little boy, smirking at how easy it was to get Leah to speak of sex by using a baby. It was his plan after, since Leah hates it when babies cry (though that doesn't mean she dislikes babies)

For a millisecond, Ethan stops crying to look at Simon and smirk back at him.

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"Simon, I don't know what you're talking about! As soon as you guys left, Ethan stopped crying!" Ethan waits patiently as he views his daddy's back, talking into his phone. His dad sighs. "Yeah, Chloe thinks it's because his teeth are growing in." A pause. "Naw, I'll just stay with him- okay, sure, hang up on me."

He turns around to see his son on the couch, playing with the remote control. Derek goes to him and crouches down in front of Ethan, so they are at eye level. He ruffles his hair and Ethan smiles up at him, clapping his hands.

"So what's the matter here, Ethan? Does your teeth hurt?" Derek asks him. Ethan thinks for a moment, trying to remember when he heard those words with pictures. Once he understands the question, he nods.

Then he uses his dads head as support and lifts himself up, and grabs the dinosaur besides him and shows it to his daddy. "You wanna play?" Derek asks, raising an eye-brow, confused. When he entered the house, Ethan was crying like crazy, and Simon and Leah bolted, eager to get somewhere. Now here is Ethan, not making a sound and wanting to play with him.

Ethan begins to grow impatient and he bounces, "Up! Up!" He waves his arms frantically for his dad, and he does, and Ethan points to the playroom, so they can play. As Derek walks, realization finally dawns on him.

"Hey! You tricked me!" Uh-oh. Maybe Ethan should have cried just a bit more?

March 30, 2020 is the day Ethan Souza broke out of prison.

So Ethan thought prison, where all the bad guys go, was supposed to be much scary looking, dirty and smelly, like in pictures. But with this room filled with blinding lights, the smell of dippers and the piercing sound of crying, Ethan believed this could also be considered prison as well.

But that was two hours ago, and everyone was supposed to be napping.

Except, Ethan was wide awake. He had so much energy in him, he couldn't fathom why all these other babies can be sleeping when there

is so much else beyond this room!

Oh, if only his mommy and daddy didn't drop him off here and leave.

His stomach growled. Oh-uh. Looks like someone is hungry! Ethan remembers his mother telling the nurses that he eats a lot, because he has an exceptionally high metal-metabolism. Yes. That was the word. Also, his dad told them if Ethan gets hungry, to just give him food.

Ethan stood up in this tiny crib. Since no one was here, maybe he should go out and ask?

Ethan tested the railings of this crib. They were high, but how different can it be from monkey bars? He climbed up, and turned around to climb back down. His foot contacted with the bottom metal and from there, he jumped. It was just two feet, and it didn't hurt a bit.

Crawling, he went to the door. That's when he realized he couldn't reach the door knob. Getting up and walking wobbly to a high chair used for eating, he pushed it to the side of the door. Ethan estimated the height, and decided to bring along a large block just in case. While holding that block, he climbed the open high chair, and set the block o the seat. Then he climbed on that block, and stood up. Once he was steady, he reached for the door knob and slowly opened it. He peaked out to make sure no one was looking, then quickly climbed down and out the door. Since he couldn't close the door, he just left it a bit open.

Ethan, eager to see the place, turned around and chose to veer left. As Ethan walked wobbly around, he realized this place was big! And there were so many doors, each holding a mystery something that intrigued him. There were also a lot of kids around here, with their mommies saying bye-bye. He knew they were moms because they weren't wearing that pink uniform.

"Honey! Where are you going?" He turns around to see a young "nurse" running to him. She crouches in front of him and grabs his shoulder. "Where's your mommy?"

Ethan, thinking fast, points out a random girl with the same color of hair as him. She wasn't far, and her back was facing them. "sowwy. I'll go to mummy." And he runs off. After a second, he chances a peak over his shoulder to see the "nurse" gone. So he stops running, but still looks at the woman. She's pretty, but not as pretty as mom.

She's looking intently at something in front of her, so Ethan turns his attention to it.

There, right in front of him, is that magical machine that gets you whatever kind of snack you ask for. His stomach growls just thinking of it. He looks down at his stomach and grabs it, cheeks flushing.

"Hungry, huh? You want?" Ethan looks to see the woman taking out a bag of chips from the small hole at the bottom, and hands it over to him. He hesitates, but since he actually saw the bag fall from inside the machine, he figures he's safe and takes it. Plus, it's still closed.

He looks up at the young woman and smiles, making his eyes big and wide.

"Thank you!" The woman gasps at him, but he runs off, skipping along the halls. He has his snack, and after eating, he usually gets sleepy, so Ethan figures he should head back to his room.

"-lose a baby!" He rounds the corner to see his daddy looking annoyed at a "nurse" and his mommy looking guilty

"Mommy! Daddy!" He skips to them, and jumps into his moms open arms, where she kneeled to pick him up.

"Ethan! Where on earth where you? We were so worried" his mom asks him, and Ethan turns sad.

"Sowwy! But I was hungry!" It's quiet, before his dad gives a chuckle and pats his head. Ethan smiles.

"Derek! Don't encourage him!"

"What? There's no stopping my son when he's hungry!" Ethan laughs and his mother still looks annoyed. So Derek lowers his lips to her ears and whispers "I already knew where he was. His scent is strong. So I just had to act annoyed at the day-care worker. Besides, you can't blame a young werewolf for being hungry!" He chuckles again, and Chloe laughs. Ethan joins, though he has no idea what his dad just called him. Maybe he would ask him someday?

So, did you like? If you do, then review. Besides, if I decide to be mean, I can just leave this as a one-shot ;)

Okay, this probably won't be all that long of a story. Maybe ten chapters? (so far, I have four.)

But, it won't hurt to have some new ideas? If you have any where Ethan is between the ages of 1-4, then please tell me. I would take some suggestions!

Again, review and I'll post faster!

Warning! I know, its like 2020 already. Just don't expect any new and cool ways of the future in this story. I'm every uncreative in that department. So, lets just pretend 2012 didn't kill us, and no flying cars and clones are seen as of yet. (or ever.) so even if its 2030, it'd be like how life is now. Is that cool?

Review, and tell me if I'm wasting my time or not!