First off, I'd like to apologize for not updating in such a long time. I haven't updated since last year (ba dum tss). Hopefully this longer chapter will make up for lost time.

Second of all- HOLY FUCKING SHIT. So many reviews, favs, and follows?! lafkjalsdkfj I love you all so much3 Thank you for all of the love you give to this fic.

Once again. I do not own the character mentioned in this story. All I own is this little piece of sanity- Oop. Never mind. Dropped it in the sink. Welp, there goes my sanity. As I was saying, all rights go to its respective owners.

Now, enjoy~

"Let's do names. It's always nice to know the names of people around me. I'm…. Atlas. What about you guys?"

"Henley," the red haired one said.

"I have many names. I am the dark, the light, and the grey in between. Around the world, people call me different names. My name is Cobra, but you can call me Merritt," the eldest one said.

They all turned to the little kid boosted up by the pile of pillows. "Jack," the smallest one answered with a smile.

"So, who do you think that guy is?" Merritt asked, gesturing to the man who stepped out of the room.

Daniel gulped down his milk and shruged. "I don't know, but he seems okay."

"And he gave us food too, and didn't want us getting boo boos with the glass," Henley adds. This earned a nod in agreement from Daniel and Merritt.

"FLOOFY!" Jack laughed, touching his hair and giggling.

"…. I think he's saying that the guy out there has really fluffy hair," Henley deciphered. This roused a snort from Merritt.

"Yeah, leave it to the kid to make the great observations."

Daniel ignored the rude words from Merritt. Helowered his voice. "Do you hear that? I think he's calling someone. I hear him talking and I think there's no one else here too, right? Who do you think he's calling?"

"Momma!" Jack bursted again, and the Horsemen do consider it a possibility.

"I say we still keep an eye out on that guy. He might be nice, but he looks kind of scary," Merritt warned.

"But he seems nice. He carried me like a princess. Daddy never did that for me. He always told me he was too busy…" Henley muttered to herself.

"Well, Merritt. Not everything is as it seems," Daniel added. Merritt rolled his eyes. Of course the young ones would disagree with him.

As the oldest three argues about their own ideas about Dylan, Jack played around with the plastic spoon and leftover peanut butter on his sandwich. He scooped up the peanut butter onto the spoon, pulled the top part back, and watched as it flew and stuck onto the wall. This earned a laugh from Merritt, and a scolding from Daniel.

"Jack!" Daniel yelped, jumping off of his seat and grabbing a paper towel off the counter. "Don't do that. He," he pauses, pointing to the man a few feet away from the door, "will see it and get mad!" He quickly wiped the paste off the wall, and hid the paper towel under his plate.

Instead of feeling sorry for his actions, Jack giggled. Though the interaction was on a negative term, he still liked having some of the attention.

The three continued to talk quietly, but they all turned quiet once they heard footsteps approaching the small kitchen. They quietly chewed on their food and look down at their plate. However, their heads turn in synchronization once they hear an awkward squished sound of peanut butter colliding onto Dylan's face.

The sandwich on Dylan's face slowly slid off and silently hit the floor. His eyebrows furrowed, and he scanned the faces of the children. Whoever was the perpetrator to this would most likely not be able to maintain his or her resolve. His eyebrows seemed to furrow even more when all of the Horsemen stared back at him in shock. The silence continued as Dylan slowly picked up the piece of bread off the floor and tossed it into the trash.

When he returned to stand near the table, all of them seemed to have finished their own food. At first, he had believed them to have been hungry, but when he stepped back, he noticed each of them looking at one another and hiding a smirk on their faces. Ah. They've eaten all of their food so that I can't tell who is missing a broken piece of bread. Clever.

The agent cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the young people. "Okay. I'm going to ask this once, and one time only. Who threw the food at me?" Dylan questioned. He watched as all four look at each other. All four remained quiet, until a wavering voice resounded.

"I-I did, sir.." Daniel confessed, looking down at his plate. The agent's eyebrows shot up. Disbelief was clearly evident on his face. He knew Daniel was a person who wasn't one to cause trouble- not unless he was sure he could control it.

"No. It was me," The ruby-haired one said, her eyes focused downward. The same way as Daniel.

Though it seemed as if the young Jack was not sure of what was going on, he raised his little hand up in the air. "No. Me," he piped.

"Well, it seems that you've eliminated one person off your suspicion list- OW. Okay. No. I did it," Merritt muttered.

"Fine. If you say that you all did it, then all of you come with me. Leave your dishes on the table," Dylan ordered. By the sound of Dylan's voice, it sounded like they were in major trouble. As he walked out of the door, the small Horsemen gave small smiles of reassurance to one another, though all were still terrified of what Dylan was going to do to them. One by one, they filed out of the room.

They were lead into the living room once again, and Dylan ordered for them all to sit down. The agent sat himself down on the coffee table. He sat up close without being too intimidating. "I want you all to listen carefully. It seems like none of you want to have someone else in trouble. That's very courageous and kind of you four to do. I'll admit, it what you did was also really clever. But, the next time, when I want to know who did something, I want that person to come out clean. No ratting out someone, and don't falsely accuse someone of doing something. Do I make myself clear?" The small children nodded in response. "Good. I'm letting you all off the hook. Now, stay here and don't make too much of a mess, and don't break anything.. I'm going to clean up the kitchen and get some things settled. And Daniel? You're in charge." Dylan stood up to plug the TV in, push a couple of breakable items a bit further away from reach, and pushed all the cards into the middle of the room. He offered a smile to them all before disappearing out of the living room.

Once Dylan was out of ear-shot, Merritt breathed an audible sigh of relief. "Geez, Red. I was going to say it was my fault. I was only kiddin' around. And.. you kick like a boy. You might have even given me a bruise. Nice job."

"Number one: My name is Henley, not red. Number two: I kick harder than boys. That kick was just a small one." It sounded like a warning, and Merritt made a mental reminder to get to know the small red-haired girl a bit more.

Daniel turned to face Jack, who was currently trying to climb onto the top of the couch. Daniel pulled Jack down and gave him a look. "Don't ever throw things at people again. I don't wanna get in trouble." Jack simply nodded and climbed off the couch. He ran over to the large pile of cards and plopped himself onto it. He rolled around on top of the cards, laughing as Merritt slid off the couch to cover Jack with cards. Merritt and Jack continued to play with the cards while Daniel and Henley watched I love Lucy on the television screen.

After cleaning up everything in the kitchen, Dylan took a quick peek in the living room to check up on the Horsemen. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, and he was happy that none of them were crying.

Three hours later, Dylan was found sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of the deck of cards. The TV was turned off, and the children sat in a circle around the pile of cards. Each child held two cards in their hands as Dylan explained how he was able to make one one card "magically" turn into a different one. He made it seem that the trick was effortless, however the Horsemen found it to be a lot trickier than what they saw. He guided them through the motions, and remained patient. He tried not to laugh when Merritt gave up and threw the cards into the pile.

"Merritt, it's okay. This trick really isn't easy, and it took me a long time to master," Dylan empathized. He picked up the two cards and slowly went through with Merritt the motions once more. Showing Merritt one on one helped him a bit more in understanding it. Henley looked to have the jist of it, and it amazed Dylan that Daniel had almost perfected the trick so quickly. Dylan theorized that it must have been muscle memory. Jack found that just trying to hold the cards with one hand was difficult. Dylan was just about to help him when he suddenly heard a knock on the front door. He excused himself and stood up to answer the door.

He looked through the small peephole on the door and saw a blonde-haired woman carrying a box in her arms.

"Who is it?" Dylan called.

"FBI! Put your hands up!"

The agent quickly pulled the door open, and greeted the woman with a smile.

"Oh no! You've caught me red-handed!" he said in a joking tone. He took the box out of her arms, and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for driving all the way out here. You were able to find my keys, money and GPS okay?" he asked.

"Nice to see you, Dylan," Alma replied, her accent still thick. "It was simple enough. Surprisingly, your apartment is a lot neater than I thought it would. You told me there was an emergency, yes? Well, I don't know if emergencies in America are the same as France because I am pretty sure that most emergencies do not require baby clothing and… dinosaur chicken nuggets." Alma opened the box and pulled out the bag in example. "Tell me, Dylan. Do you already have children that I do not know about?"

"Well…" Dylan said, putting the box on the floor, and shutting the door. "Not exactly. I uh, think it's better if I show you."

A confused expression grew on Alma's face. She followed Dylan down the hallway and into the living room where she was greeted by the younger (actually, very young) Horsemen. She gasped, raising a hand to cover her mouth. It looked like she figured everything out a lot quicker than Dylan had.

"Are they… oh my. How are they- Dylan! What did you do?!" she cried, glancing between Dylan and the children who stared at the adults. The children watched with wide eyes.

"Me? What? Alma, uh… how about we talk about this… somewhere else? I'll explain to you later. Just follow my lead. Don't freak out, okay?" Dylan suggested. Alma slightly nodded in response, though she was clearly bewildered about everything.

Dylan then turned to the children and smiled. "Hey, guys. I'd like you to meet Alma. Alma, this is Jack, Henley, Daniel, and Merritt." None of the Horsemen attempted to greet her. There was a feeling of awkwardness that hung in the air.

"Uh… Alma likes magic too." Dylan added. "In fact, she can show you a trick that she did one time when we were both on an airplane. It was really good. You could show them, right?"

"Dylan. You know that was just a stroke of luck. I cannot do magic tricks!" Alma hissed.

"Just take your leap of faith. Maybe then you can do it again. Just please distract them while I make some food," Dylan whispered back. Alma glared at her backfire of her own words, but nodded anyway. "Fine. Just don't be too long. I'm not good with children."

"You'll be fine. Don't worry." And with that, Dylan left Alma with the group of doe-eyed children.

"So… who likes magic?"

Well, that's it for this chapter. Hope you enjoyed some little teeny tiny Horsemen. Now, it's time to do a little shout-out to those who guessed correctly.

The winner is: Jessica North

In this chapter, Jack did not disappear under Dylan's notice.

Now, how about another round for the next upcoming chapter? The rules still remain. There will be four choices. One of the choices will not happen in the next chapter. Guess which one will not happen. (Hopefully I made that very clear). Winners get a shout-out next chapter.

1) Daniel taking a liking to the piano

2) Alma reading a story to the Horsemen

3) Dylan throwing and catching Jack in the air (followed by Alma yelling at him)

4) Merritt making fun of Jack & asking if he still wears diapers

~Have fun, and good luck~