Please don't kill me! It won't get out of my head. I'm sorry if I offend people.

For those waiting for updates on other stuff, I'm sorry, it comes in my head and I can't get it out.

Let's start with a small story.

Abigail and George Handel were a very nice couple. They married at eighteen, small lovely ceremony at the local church; parents were very happy for them. The first three years were the best for the young couple.

Unfortunately, some things didn't go to plan. They wanted a family, and they had tried several times. Eventually, they were forced to consult with a doctor specializing in the area. He told them the bad news. George seemed to be infertile to the point of sterile. There may be one or two good shots, but they shouldn't hold out much help.

Abigail was heartbroken. She had wanted to carry every since sense she was little, watching her mother glow with the pregnancy of her sister. Now, she may never get the chance.

George hated seeing her so crestfallen. He had wanted a child just like Abigail, someone that he could raise and teach. He was working for an organization, a secret one. Mostly, he just filled paperwork while helping a man, Trevor Bruttenholm, also known as Professor Broom. They worked together well. Broom talked about his son not in name, and George wanted a child even more.

The chance came to them in a strange way. George was delivering paperwork to those working in a laboratory when he saw something that resembled semen. He frowned when someone explained that it was someones on the base, being tested. He didn't know what for, but he was curious. He came back and read the notes on it. The man wasn't mentioned by name in the results, just a number. The normal checkpoints were used when testing it, nothing wrong.

This was his chance. They could have a family, one that Abigail and him wanted. He found a container that kept cold temperatures and took a bit of the semen. Enough, that he thought she would have a steady chance.

She was outraged when he told her. They fought for three days. They argued over his job, the semen, the person that it came from. He told her what he knew, that it was safe, that he didn't know where it came from and the person wouldn't know. She finally broke down after that, finally relenting. Three weeks later, she couldn't keep anything down. They both knew it had taken.

He left quietly after that, not telling anyone that she was pregnant. Broom smiled sadly, stating that he was loosing a colleague in a terrible battle. He didn't leave a forwarding address, and hoped that nobody had known what they had did.

They changed their names and lived in the middle of Kansas. He took over a diner for a man retiring. His wife stayed at home. The child was born on a good day; she would roll her eyes when he talked about their son being born on the day that Mao died. She knew it was a risk, but his middle name was the name of her favorite brother. John Thaddeus Myers.

It took them six years to the organization to find them again. By then, Abigail had taken in four boys over the years. Johnny was glad to have little brothers to play with. She watched her family and was gratefully happy. They needed to pick up some items in another town. Normally it wouldn't take more than two hours. John didn't want them to go; he never did. He never liked the lady that watched over them.

The organization met up with them outside of the store they were at. Somehow, they had found out about the semen. They had been watching for a while. They had decided the couple needed to be brought back into the organization, now closer than ever. They were being punished for stealing, and serving with the organization would be the punishment. They weren't allowed to go back for their children, not allowed to say goodbye. All their sons knew was their parents disappeared during a drive.

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Professor Broom was the one that noticed that the sample was lower than it should be. He had been surprised when his son had gone into a demonic equivalent of puberty. Several of the scientist had wanted a sample of his semen to test. He had gone along with it, as long as they only took one sample.

The sample was slightly larger than human males, and many of the scientists that didn't have another sample to go by, thought it may have been normal for it to lose volume. That it was settling or liquid had evaporated. Broom was the only one to notice that there was also smears and a missing container. He knew what had happen.

He was surprised they didn't find the couple until it was six years later. They had watched, at first, to see if the boy was anything like his father, physically or any other way. They were surprised, at the least, to see that he looked completely normal. The only thing noticeable was the hair, black instead of the golden colors of the mother.

The BPRD lost interest when they didn't notice anything wrong or different. He kept watching, seeing him grow up with no knowledge of his actual father. He seemed perfectly healthy and sane. Nothing out of the ordinary.

His entry into the FBI Academy was a surprise. Unsure he would stay, he took an active look into his track record. He was well, looking at going into the BAU at the end. That's when he intervened and brought him into the BPRD.

"Abraham, please don't mention his father. I don't want to bring him into it yet," he requested. The boy walked into the library and was shocked by Abe's appearance in the tank.

"John T. Myers, Kansas City, '76. T stands for Thaddeus, Mother's older brother. Scar on your chin happened when you were ten; you wonder if it's ever going to fade away."

"How did he know that?"

He, not it. Now he was unsure whether or not he had inherited something from his father, or if he was just nice and noticed.

I know the idea doesn't seem remotely possible, but the magic of fanfiction helps.

If anything is wrong, please tell me. I read over and over, but I can't catch everything. Please and thank you.