I'm back! As you can probably see, this one is going to run a little different. It is completely open for requests from readers for oneshot ideas! I'm taking all pairings and all genres in order to vary my writing! The only things I'm not allowing are: OCs and M rated stuff. I got the idea for this one below from a review somewhere: I cant remember the author o where I found it but if you want me to take it down, I will. Enjoy! And don't forget to leave me a request or response, don't be shy!

"There I was, cornered, 10 of them on my right, some on my left and a good dozen in front of me."What did you do? Come on, don't leave us hanging Doyle!" The Saturday family were sat down at the dinner table for an evening meal. Doyle had stopped eating and was telling Zak one of his highly eventful mercenary tales. Naturally, his nephew was hanging onto every word whilst his sister was watching in amusement, still partly focused on her plate, but her husband was only listening so that he could batter the younger man's words with hard proven science as soon as he finished talking.

"Luckily I had my grenades with me, along with some smoke bombs, so I threw them at the goons surrounding me. It caused enough smoke for me to smash the windows behind me and make a quick escape before they could grab me," Doyle stated proudly, a cocky smirk on his features.

"There is no way you could have possibly got out of there that fast," Doc muttered, looking his brother in law in the eyes. "Do you have any proof that even happened Doyle?"

In response to his comment, Doyle turned over his arm on the table, revealing a faint but noticeable inch long scar near his wrist. "When I jumped out of the window, I caught my arm on one of the glass shards still in the window and cut myself, just missing a vein."

"Nasty," Zak cringed, "Did it hurt?"

"It stung for a while, I can tell you that," Doyle replied nonchalantly, regaining his previous tone. "But the funny thing is that Van Rook also ended up making his escape through a window. It just didn't end so well for him."

"Why?" Zak asked.

"Because he landed in a pen of guard dogs," Doyle was struggling to contain his laughter. "When we met up later to share the bounty, I had a bloody arm whilst his pants and undies were covered in rips and bite marks," Doyle snickered, "I laughed till I passed out."

"Oh I would have paid to see that," Drew smirked, placing her fork down on her plate.

"Yeah, it was pretty funny," Doyle added, "Hey Zak, can I ask you something?"

"Of course Doyle, what is it?" The preteen asked.

"Do your cryptid powers make you act like a cryptid?"

Zak was pretty confused. "No. Why do you ask?"

"Well, the other day I saw you climbing a wall without the claw," Doyle said "and when I asked you what you were doing you kinda hissed at me." Zak's parents looked at him.

"That's odd, I swear I fixed the side effects when we came back from honey island," Doc said, scratching his head.

"I'm quite surprised you haven't told your uncle about the whole Zakermodo incident," Drew said to her son.

"Can someone please tell me what we're talking about here," Doyle asked angrily.

"What would you say if I told you that I shared the same DNA as Komodo and Fisk?" Zak asked curiously, motioning to the komodo dragon that was waiting for scraps by his feet.

Doyle looked surprised at first, but then he smiled, "I'd say that you might need to work on that one." Zak looked offended.

"But it's true!" Zak cried in annoyance.

"I know you're just pulling my leg Zak," Doyle yawned.

"You know Doyle, it's actually more true than your tall tales," Doc stated defensively.

"It's a good job Zak brought it up, it might be better if you know why for future references," Drew spoke up.

Doyle took a mouthful of food, swallowed and then looked back at his family. "I knew the dragon was genetically engineered and all but did you really genetically engineer it with you own son?"

Drew face palmed. "Not exactly Doyle. Zak do you want to tell him or should I?"

Zak smirked and folded his arms, mimicking his Uncle's usual attitude, "Think you can keep up Doyle?"

"Sure."

"Well it goes something like this…"

"Boy this place brings back memories," dad said happily, looking out over the swamp. "Come on!", he said suddenly to mom, taking her by the hand "I want to show you the lab!" They both ran off towards one of the old buildings. That's when I caught sight of something watching us from the trees. I quieted Fisk and Komodo and pointed to the creature amongst the reeds.

"It's watching us," I whispered. It moved suddenly and made us all jump. This startled it and it ran off further into the bayou. "Fiskerton!" I scolded "come on, let's see what it's doing here." I started forward but then stopped as my feet sank into the swamp, I guess going on foot wasn't going to work out. "I've got a better idea guys."

Fiskerton pedalled us into a clearing and I hopped off the Fisker-trike.

"Wait here," I told them, going down into the shallow water having caught a glimpse of the cryptid. A splash made me aware that the cryptid wasn't the only animals here. There were several alligators in the pond, and they were all coming towards me. I jumped out of the water to avoid one, only to be snapped at by another. Thankfully, Fisk managed to grab me and pull me out of the water and onto the trike before I became alligator food.

"Ezuruzhba," Fisk scolded. He was kind of right.

"Yes, you were right about the alligators okay? Just let me…" I saw the cryptid again, this time running the other way.

"Let's go Fisk!" I shouted. Fisk swerved the trike and the creature turned around and snarled at us. It was pretty nasty looking. It then leapt up into the trees and we lost sight of it. We stopped and tried to find it again. Two arms shot out of the water and shook the trike, making us all fall into the water. When we resurfaced, Fisk was wrestling with it.

"Let me try to connect with him, calm him down," but as soon as I took out the claw and tried my powers a power surge sent me flying backwards into a tree.

Where did that much power come from?" I asked myself. My question was soon answered as a whole group of cryptids came out of the bushes and trees and began stalking towards us. One tried to punch me but I dodged and ran to fisk who was standing the trike back up. We leapt on and Fisk began to peddle away with the chasing us. They kept trying to attack us and we didn't know the way back.

"Ezabbarrr!" Fisk screamed. I could relate.

"I don't know which way!" I cried defensively. He shouted again and covered his eyes. I noticed a gap in the trees above us.

"Wait, Fisk, hammer throw. Straight up, as hard as you can," I told him.

"Reshuru?" He asked.

"Yes and catch me too!" I was surprised he would even ask that. He grabbed me and swung me up through the trees. After getting through the leaves I saw the building that mom and dad had gone to a little further off. "That way," I told him, turning the trike. No sooner had we turned, the trike hit a tree root and we were thrown off the trike. We landed outside the building, with the cryptids not far behind. We got up and ran inside, slamming the door shut behind us having found mom and dad.

"Zak?" dad asked, looking up from the computers.

"Whatever happens in the next 30 seconds is completely not our fault," I admitted. At that moment they began breaking through the walls and ceilings, arms reaching through trying to grab us. Mom and dad tried to fend them off, swiping at them as they poked their heads through the holes in the wall.

"I guess your mom is right Zakman, trouble really does follow you everywhere," Doyle butted in, leaning on the table."

"Doyle!" Zak groaned "Don't interrupt me!"

"Speaking of which, we never did give you a punishment for that," Drew chorused.

"Can I please just get on with the story! Thank you!" Zak shouted.

Fisk had just finished pushing another sofa up to the door of the upstairs room, I heard him ask me something, but I was too busy think about what just happened to notice.

"What? Oh, sorry I was just," I started, "think about it Fisk what that EVP thing really said, he only mentioned Argost and Kur after Dad did." Fisk gasped. "I think there's something else going on here, come on, we've gotta talk to mom and Dad about this." That theory was enough to make up my mind to become suspicious but as soon as I touched the door handle I heard the sound of smashing glass. I turned in time to see two small objects come bouncing into the room. They looked a lot like uncle Doyle's grenades, and just like his grenades, they exploded at our feet. Except instead, they released gas, which quickly covered us and I realised I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer and figured it must've been sleeping gas.

I don't know how long we were out but eventually, Komodo's hisses of protest woke me up and I opened my eyes to find us behind a pane of glass. I looked up to see a group of men staring at us.

"Alright, which one of you is Lancaster? I know you faked the ghost to bring my dad here!" I shouted.

One of them spoke up, "I assure you son, Doctor Lancaster is long departed," he walked down to us and stood in front of the glass. "But thankfully for us he left behind hours and hours of footage, with a little creative editing the man can say almost anything," one of them demonstrated by bringing up the EVP footage and showing us.

"Oh but I thought you had it all figured out son," he continued, he was really freaking me out now, "my colleagues and I are what remains of the Honey Island Project." He paused. "Well, us and the cryptids you met, the ones we built from the DNA."

I was appalled. "That's not true, my dad wouldn't!" I piped up but he silenced me.

"Oh calm yourself son," he laughed, "your daddy never knew about the ugly side of our work."

"The cryptid super soldiers hired Lancaster to make," he continued, "when we lost Lancaster they shut us down."

"I thought for sure it was over but 25 years go by and I see his little lab assistant up and on the TV," He said, bringing up some footage of when we went to Osorno, I knew by now that he was referring to Dad. "So I called the boys and said gentlemen, I believe there is a person that can get that old machine running again."

"Wait what machine?" I asked, there had never been anything about a machine from what Dad told me.

"Oh I thought for sure you were smarter than that son, I'm talking about the machine you're sitting in right now." His colleagues laughed, I looked around. They were right. They'd locked us in some kind of machine, a glass chamber connected to some pipes.

"Saturday's work is uploaded, fire up the machine!" The machine began to hum as it jolted to life. It began to spin, round and round until we couldn't tell what was what.

"Hey! Let us out what are you doing, let us out!"

"I don't remember what happened after that," Zak said, mom only explained it once we got back to normal.

"Well what your father and I saw of you wasn't exactly normal Zak," Drew explained. She turned to Doyle, "imagine a bad tempered Fiskerton with a komodo tail, fangs and Zak's hair."

"I can't imagine that," Doyle grimaced.

"He was just as strong as all three combined too," Doc stated "It was a nightmare to catch him, and when we finally did…"

LINE BREAK

Doc and Drew ran into the clearing, unsure of where they had gone.

"What?! He was just here!" Drew cried in frustration. There was a splash and a thud as the horrifying mix of Fisk, Zak and Komodo jumped down from a tree and started to run away. Doc saw them.

"Over there!" he shouted, shooting a grappling gun towards them before they could get too far. It wrapped around their legs, knocking them down into the water.

"Hold him still," Drew told Doc, "I want to try to talk to him." They slapped the adults away with Komodo's tail and took off again, this time into the trees. They landed behind Doc and Drew and swung a leg at Doc.

"Hey, I taught you that!" Doc protested, grabbing them by the leg.

Drew jumped onto their back and tried to reason with them. "Zak, Fiskerton, Komodo! Look at me! You know me!" She pleaded. They looked at her sympathetically.

"Mom?" they asked.

"Yes honey, that's right, it's your mom and-." She was cut off by a group of a group of cryptids jumping down in front of them. Zakermodo roared. "No! Zak! Zak I'm still here!" Drew cried. The cryptids grabbed the two adults and restrained them.

"He's not one of you," Doc told the cryptids.

"His name is Zak Saturday and you can't have him, you hear me!? Drew hollered. One of the cryptids, the one that had grabbed Zakermodo, paused.

"Zak Saturday?" It repeated.

"Yes, my son, Zak Saturday," Drew told it.

"Solomon, Solomon Saturday," It said. Doc stepped forward.

"I'm Solomon Saturday." It walked away and then came back with some kind of tape recorder.

"Message for Solomon," It said. Doc was shocked.

"The message was Doctor Lancaster giving me the secrets of what happened on Honey Island, about what really happened there," Doc explained to his brother in law.

"Wow," Doyle muttered, folding his arms. "This is crazy, even for you guys."

"And you thought I was close to them before," Zak said, hugging Komodo and Fisk who had wandered into the room in the last minute. "We're DNA brothers now."

"Sereshuruja!" Fisk babbled.

Pretty much everyone had to agree.

"So what happened after that," Doyle asked.

"Turns out the machine wasn't damaged so we were able to change them back to normal, afterwards we made sure the men responsible payed a visit to the state prison," Drew explained. Doyle, Zak and Fiskerton high fived each other. Drew and Doc looked each other in the eyes. They truly did have a crazy family.