NOT THIS AGAIN!!

Author's note: This is the sequel to THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING! It's been a year and half since the incident in Spain. Luis and Lark are now married with 2 children of their own, TWINS! Can Luis and Lark survive parenthood?

CHAPTER ONE

"WAAAAAH!"

I moaned softly turning around in bed to nudge a sleeping Luis. My eyes were still closed as I shook Luis lightly.

"What?" Luis asked sleepily, yawning.

"It's your turn," I said indicating to our twins in the next room; our son Carlos and our daughter, Esma. They were 2-years-old and they still required a bottle at night. We have already begun the weaning process. The first time we lost not only sleep but our angers as well. It's been 2 months since the babies second birthday and we began to ween the babies from their bottles to their new Sesame Street sippie cups.

Luis yawned again and dragged himself from the bed to head to the bedroom across from us. Luis and I have been married for 2 years. It's been a year and a half since the incident at the rural village in Spain. Ashley is now safe and sound back at home with her father. I had moved from America to Marid Spain to live with Luis. A month after the incident Luis proposed and we were married 4 months later.

Luis madegood on his promise, saying that if lived from the whole episode, he would return to Madrid and become a gardener. Luis now owns a successful nursery called Sera Flowers that is attached to the back of our 2 storied house. I remained a cop and I have a partner named Marx Garcia, a detective and good friend.

The wailing had stopped and I knew Luis has taken care of things with the twins. I smiled and snuggled deeper into the warm blankets.

"WAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Or so I thought.

I sighed, tossed the blankets off me, got up, and headed to the bedroom. Luis stood there in the room, rocking the twins in the crook of his arms, trying to quiet them. I stepped into the room and took Carlos. Luis smiled in appreciation and resumed to slowly rocking our daughter. Carlos, who takes after Luis, kept right on wailing.

"Hush now my baby, be still love don't cry," I sang softly. Both twins had started to quiet down and only gurgled slightly.

"Sleep as your rocked by the stream. Sleep and remember my last lullaby and I'll be with you when you dream."

Carlos and Esma fell right back to sleep. I smiled at Luis who returned it. We put the twins back in their cradles and headed back to bed. I fell face first on the bed and moaned loudly but not loudly enough to wake the twins. Axel, who slept in front of the bed whined in his sleep and moved his front paws to cover his nose and eyes. I knew he was having a nightmare. I was ready to get back up again when Luis signaled for me to just crawl back into bed.

"I'll wake him, love," he said. "Just go back to sleep."

"Thank you, Luis," I said burrowing into the blankets. 2 seconds later I heard Luis shake Axel slightly, a bark of confusion that came from Axel, and a loud thump and crash that sent me sitting up in bed to see my husband and pet on the floor. Axel jumped so high that by the time he knew what was happening he had landed on Luis.

"You 2 okay?" I asked, leaning over the side.

"Un día de éstos que Colmillos me matará" Luis muttered in Spanish from underneath Axel. (Translation: One of these days that Colmillos is going to kill me.) (I knew what he said and had to stifle a giggle. I've been taking Spanish classes now that I lived in Madrid. When I first got here I was so confused it wasn't even funny. Luis came to my rescue more than once, stopping me before I made a fool of myself.)

"Everything is fine, honey."

Luis pushed Axel off him and got back into bed. Luis had barley laid his head on the pillow when I rested my head on his bare chest, snuggling up to him. Luis chuckled and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, bring me closer. I sighed in content. Luis smiled down at me and placed a kiss on my head.

"I love you, Luis Sera," I whispered before falling to sleep.

"And I love you, Lark Storm Kennedy Sera," he replied, shutting his eyes and went to sleep.

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3 days later...

Ring! Ring!! Ring!!! RIIIIIIIIING!!!!

"Marx, answer your phone!" I cried loudly from my desk. The fan was loud but was not loud enough to bloke out the irritating ringing. It's March, Monday morning and the forecast said that it would be in the middle 80's to 90's. In other words that station is like an oven. When the phone kept ringing and Marx didn't answer, I huffed in annoyance before dragging myself from my chair to pick up the black phone from the cradle.

"Lark Kennedy Sera speaking," I answered.

"This Mr. Graham, the president of America," said the man.

"Afternoon, Mr. President. How is the weather over there?"

"Warm. How is it Madrid, Lark?"

"Hotter than Hades, sir. How is Ashley doing? I heard she graduated from Collage and is now working at the Dye and Curls boutique."

"She is. You missed it, Lark. Ashley wanted you to be there," Mr. Graham said.

I had received the invitation to Ashley's graduation party but couldn't. I had been working on a huge murder case at the time and I couldn't leave without finishing it.

"I wanted to be there but I had a case to finish," I said.

"And Ashley understands. She said that she e-mailed you the pictures of the party."

"She did. Ashley looks absolutely happy. I'm happy she graduated and is doing something that she always wanted."

Right after the incident, Ashley and I kept in touch and became best friends. Ashley's friends in collage were jealous about our closeness but said nothing about it. They admitted they would never fully understand about what had Ashley gone through and thanked me so many times about bringing Ashley back safe and sound, they didn't pursue their jealousy and gave us space. I now had a fan club of girls and guys back in America.

"The reason why I called..." Mr. Graham began and I knew something had happened by the tone of his voice.

"What happened, sir?" I asked.

"It started again. Someone is continuing Osmund Saddler's work and is using that army base as their headquarters."

I closed my eyes and sighed. The old memories came flashing back and I cringed. The horror is replaying in my mind, up to the point when Saddler rapped me, told me that I was pregnant with his hell child, the moment my stomach had grown to the point that I looked like I was pregnant for 9 months instead of a few hours. It kept on playing, the death of the hell child, meeting Ada, Jack Krauser, and finally to Saddlers death, the look of surprise, hurt, and betrayal on his face as he died. I shook my head to rid myself of the images. There was a question nagging at me and I had to ask.

"What base is it?" I asked. "Ashley's fine, isn't she?"

"She's fine but her sister, Lisa isn't," Mr. Graham said. "I'm sending a picture of her now."

The fax machine wirred and hummed as a piece of paper came out of it's mouth. I grabbed the paper to see the picture of a 12-year-old girl. She had dirty blond hair with blond highlights, piercing green eyes. She had her arms folded and is pouting at the camera. The pout would have almost been cute if it wasn't for the body language. She looked like a spoiled brat, that is my first impression but said nothing. She wore a white t-shirt with a bunch of multi-colored hearts on the front, blue cut off jeans, and black and red high tops. On her left wrist is multi-colored bangles.

"So her name is Lisa, huh? I didn't know that Ashley has a sister," I said, leaning against the table that held the fax machine.

"She was living with her mother and step-father at the time."

I didn't comment. "How long has she been kidnapped?"

"She's been gone for 3 days. She was last seen at the base," Mr. Graham said. "Will you do it? Will you bring my daughter back?"

"Yes," I said automatically.

"Good. I'll send a jet. It'll pick you up at the air port this afternoon. Before I forget, Lisa has quiet the temper and is spoiled."

I surprised to hear that.

The president chuckled good heartily at my silence.

"That was your first impression by the photo wasn't it?" he asked.

"Y-Yes but I didn't want to appear out of line, sir."

"It's alright, Lark. Her mother and step-father spoil her rotten whenever she visits and demands to be treated the same way back here."

"I see," I replied.

"Thank you again, Lark and good luck." The phone went dead.

Wait he still hadn't answered my question, I thought. I'll figure it out later.

"Who was that, Lark?" Marx asked, coming from the bathroom. He headed to his desk, grabbed his coffee cup and took a swig of brew.

"The president."

Marx's eyes bulged and he spat out his coffee.

"Really!? What did he say?"

"He hired me to look for his missing daughter, Lisa," I replied. "I leave tonight."

"What about Luis and the kids?"

I bit my lower lip. I haven't thought about that. Luis is going to blow his top!

"I don't know, Marx. I don't know."

That afternoon at the nursery...

"WHAT!?" Luis asked, standing behind a table that held a variety of flowers. He wore his work uniform: a green shirt, jean pants, sneakers, and a green apron with gardening gloves. In 1 hand was a trowel, Luis had been transferring a bunch of flowers when I came in, barring the bad news. The twins were being watched by our neighbor. Axel stayed in side the house for obvious reasons.

"Are you sure?" he demanded, laying the trowel on the table. "Are you absolutely sure, Lark?"

I stood there in the greenhouse, fidgeting under Luis hard gaze. It was hard to look at him when he gave that look. I felt like a child being found with her hand in the cookie jar.

"Yes, I'm being sent to the base to look for the president's youngest daughter," I replied.

Luis sighed heavily, shacking his head slightly.

"When are we leaving?"

It became an unspoken agreement between us. If something like this happened again, we would both go to deal with it.

"This afternoon. A jet will pick us up."

"I'll ask the neighbors if they can watch the twins. I bet Axel will love this," Luis muttered. I smirked.

Once everything is settled with the neighbors and our bags packed, Luis, Axel, and I left for the air port. It took us only 10 minutes to get there. The jet was already there waiting for us. The president and Ashley were there waiting for us. Luis parked the car in the private parking lot and got out. I followed him.

"Lark!" Ashely cried happily as he rushed to greet me.

"Hey Ash!" I said, smiling. "How is it going?"

"Great! Hey, Luis. Hey Axel."

"Hey, Ashley. How's the job doing?" Luis asked, smiling at the small petite girl.

"Fine."

Ashley didn't change a bit. She still had her blond hair cut to her shoulders, and her honey eyes still sparkled. Ashley wore a pink sweater, black slacks, and black flats. As usual, Ashly looked good.

"Do you have everything?" the president asked, trying not to sound too eager. I knew how he felt. If Carlos or Esma got kidnapped, I'd be a nervous wreck, too.

"Don't worry, Mr. President we'll get your daughter back," I said confidently. Axel barked in agreement.

The president smiled.

"I know you will."

We boarded and waved goodbye to our friends as the jet took off. I sighed and leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes. Flying always made me feel anxious. Luis sat next to me, running his long tan fingers through my silver hair. I smiled, enjoying his touch. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

"Are you ready?" he asked. "I mean are you ready to go back to that place?"

"No, I'll never be ready to go back there," I replied. "But what choice do I have? A promise is a promise."

"That's 1 of the reasons why I love you so."

"You mean besides my cooking?"

"And the hot love making?" Luis asked, chuckling. "Your very loyal to your friends, Lark and I'm proud of you."

I smiled. "I'm proud of you, too, Luis," I said, taking his hand. "And I mean that."

Luis leaned forward and kissed me.

"We'll do this together."

"Together."

The jet brought us closer to the base of my nightmares, nightmares that I prayed that would never resurface. My prayers were not answered. It's been awhile since I thought about the base and the how it got destroyed. Even today I still didn't know who did it. I guess I'll know who it is when we get there. Who would know that more and different horrors waited for us.

Author's note: What did you think of the first chapter? I may not be able to add the second chapter soon because I'll be dividing my time between stories and family time. What kind of horrors will Luis and Lark face? Stay tuned for the second chapter! Please review!