Six years later.

Upon a hill overlooking a town and the ocean sat a modern looking white painted home with wide open windows in circular and rectangle fashion. A black car was parked outside, very strident against the white background it was placed in front of. A vast sprawling garden was located around the home with a greenhouse just off to the side. Various sculptures, fountains, and lawn figures were sprinkled across the fields of green. Butterflies fluttered peacefully amongst the grounds as well as all other walks of insect life. The interior was just as modern with dashes of ambitious color and yet despite this it felt truly homey and sitcom like- almost like a new interpretation of the Jetson's home. Sprawled along the elongated twelve-person couch was a young teenage boy, navy blue hair falling over his eyes which were like two obsidian gem stones, his mouth quirked up in a sneer as he pressed rapidly upon the buttons of his video game. He wore a baggy jacket with an Anarchy symbol ironed onto the side, loose chains, pins, and fishnet peeking out from the rips. His shirt sported the Rolling Stones logo, and his pants were suction cup tight on his body.

He wore no shoes, his socked feet stretched in front of him. The screen flashed in violent reds as he shot through his opponent, only stopping to situation his ear piece so he could clearly communicate with the other online players. An older woman was walking into the room, his mother, wearing a black camisole with small green ribbons on the straps and draw string pants that sat low on her hips, decorated with Tokidoki characters up the side in brilliant pops of color. She wiped off the sweat from her brow and neck drying off her blue hair as she did so. Marie had just gotten done punching bags in the workout area of their large home, stretching as she removed the retainer she wore in her mouth and weighted gloves upon the table. She went over to her kitchen and as she placed her hand on the fridge it made a delightful cheery melody when she opened it, light blue words appearing showing the temperature, functionality of the ice maker, and a pop up showing the word, "Hello!" Her kitchen was almost entirely automated or had some sort of screen to it this was shared by her front door security system, after all a celebrity had to keep herself and her babies safe.

She fished out a bottle of Gatorade and popped open the cap before chugging it down halfway. Her attention directed toward her son grunting obscenities at the screen as he shot through people in his video game. Unlike most parents who would be outraged by the rude mouth he had or the fact that he played these kinds of games, she let him express himself. She would often curse back with him, flick him off, stick out her tongue, and once she and him got secretly drunk together. It was to teach him a lesson about alcohol poisoning and how it wasn't cool to get blasted at such a young age.

He never drank again recalling the memory of throwing up all night and missing out on a concert he had been waiting for. Marie used her ties to get her son even better tickets later on, even going with him to the screamo concert, moshing and head banging along with him. Her darling husband was worried sick when she came home with a bruise and a split lip but she showed him the kind of pain she inflicted upon the other guys and he thought she came out of it the best. Still, he made her swear not to go to those sorts of things again unless she was well protected. For the sake of her honey, she did so, and she made sure her son would do the same.

"Heya kiddo, what are you playing today? Call of duty? Gta? Fallout?" She plopped onto the couch, placing her feet on the ottoman and sighing in content as her back cracked.

"Metal Gear," He hissed out, not angry at her, just angry at the game and trying to concentrate.

"Oh I forgot they had online capability with that now," She mused, sipping on her Gatorade leisurely. She and her son were more like friends but he could always rely on her to get him out of a scrap, to teach him the facts of life, to hold him to what he did wrong without making him feel like waste because of it, and he always knew his own friends could find a place here. He loved his mom, he had a tough time showing it as most angsty teens do, but he loved her dearly and his father too. He often wondered how the heck those two even got together- they were so different. His father was a brainiac, the friendly hand to the world, the man who cured cancer with a plant, noble, humble, honest, extremely kind, sometimes nervous, very regal, very refined. His mom was like a raging storm of things. A volcano in Pompei, a systemic earthquake, a level 6 tornado and yet he had seen her soft sides many many times, her love for children, her passion with music, her charitability, her acceptance. She enjoyed similar things to him, classic music, novels, the performing arts, riding the train instead of airplanes, oriental culture, and so on and so forth. They were the odd couple but even Omar knew they were meant for each other.

Over time he had become friends with some of the other offspring from the originals from the Cul-De-Sac, particularly he was close to Eddy's oldest son, Kevin's sons, and one of Rolf's kids who ended up staying there, a girl actually. He was also crushing hard on the child of Vick and Talula who was just as bizarre and circus driven as her parents with just the same Scottish brogue. Her name was very hard to pronounce by most people but Omar had trained his mouth to say it by practicing singular vowels in her name. Cirsha had cyan colored hair and Marie would playfully suggest there must be some weird trait in the men she loved to go for girls with blue hair. Marie kicked off her favorite training shoes and low cut socks to allow her feet to breathe.

Today was rather quiet in their house hold, not too many visitors or restless weary souls wondering about in pajamas, rummaging through the drawers for food. Often one would find ten or more preteen and teen bodies in the house, some high, some looking for safety away from pain, some drunk, some on drugs even, but all came to her house if they needed somewhere to stay or not be judged and they had enough rooms to suit everybody. Kiki had grown up, married, and made her own bakery but she never forgot the woman who made her who she was today nor did anyone. Thanks to Marie, Double Dee, and therapy from Nazz, there was a decline in the suicide rate amongst those in the teenage age group and depression was less and less common.

Speak of the devil he was coming in the front door at that moment, an electronic beeping signifying he had unlocked the door with the keycode just fine. Marie was no dummy, she didn't give out the keycode to just anyone and even if she did it would only be activated by a member of her family so Lee, May, their children, could all go through the door fine if they knew the code. Marie and Double Dee couldn't risk anyone, even the little ones she trusted, to take the code to anyone else and get them all hurt. Besides which she changed the code every so often only telling those she truly could confide into about it. She had a video feed showing her who was at the door before she let them in, so she was always well aware of who was inside her house but there had never been anything bad that had happened. Still, it didn't hurt to be too careful.

She had risen to superstar idol but remained the same, going out in public, taking her fans on tour with her and shopping, feeding the homeless, giving everyone the time of day. She never acted snooty and never lashed out unless it was at the blasted paparazzi but they would know better, her sisters were well known to break people if they got on her nerves at all. May had to sometimes deal with the same issues, so she could understand the frustration of having people in your face all the time. Double Dee walked inside, closing the door with his hip as he situated his briefcase and folders in his hand, with his cell phone pressed against his shoulder and ear. He had discarded his hat long ago so his black hair flowed naturally now no longer confined by the beanie, never growing any longer than it had once. The same could not be said of Marie but she always kept her hair in an asymmetrical cut even as it went down her back, now she could put it in a short pony tail it was that long. He flashed his wife and son a quick but warm smile, mouthing hello to them with his eyes shining brightly with merriment.

"Yes mother, I will be more than happy to come to your home for Thanksgiving this year. Yes. Of course, please by all means you know Marie is addicted to your crab rolls."

"Mmmf!" Marie moaned, licking her lips imagining the cream cheese and crab filled delights his mother made for Thanksgiving. Often Marie could barely let anyone have one as she at so many of them, it was all she lived off of during her pregnancy with Omar, that and anything spicy. She loved to eat jars and jars of peppers and jalapenos, licking off her fingers of the fiery juice like it was ice cream. After a time, Mrs. Pensky learned to make a separate platter of special crab rolls with pepper jack cheese and hot sauce just for her. "Now I'm hungry."

Double Dee couldn't help his chuckle. Marie had a fast metabolism so she ate a lot but gained nothing, a trait shared by none of her sisters who were quietly jealous of her fit shape but boxing helped. May had gotten pudgy but it suited her, finally at last she didn't look so odd, her body shape was well fit for her. Lee just gained weight around the hip area and Eddy didn't mind that at all.

"Alright. I love you too mother, say hello to father when he gets home. Yes. Goodbye then."

Marie almost instantly went to her husband and flung her arms around him, kissing him directly on the mouth and cheeks. She made a pouty face. "You were gone for forever," She fake whined, wiggling her hips and looking into his eyes. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear hotly, "Make it up to me later, m'kay?"

He kissed her cheek then her lips before replying, "Naturally. When have I ever done otherwise?"

"Ugh. You guys are sick. Get a room."

"This is a room," Marie replied, raising an eyebrow and smirking evilly at him. "And our house, bucko. So either get over it or amscray."

"Now, honey, you shouldn't be so hard on him," Double Dee retorted gingerly, breaking away from his wife to place his briefcase on the table before taking note of the rapid gunfire sounds coming from the living room television. His son was tightly knotted up and hunched over at the screen, tongue sticking out of his mouth as he shot at people. He heard a distinct male voice swearing on the other side, a voice he recognized as being Kevin's eldest. "Is that Kevin's boy cursing like that?"

"Yeup," Marie casually explained as she clung to Double Dee again, removing his lab coat, "You know they like these sorts of games."

"I'll never understand but I suppose as long as it isn't real, I'm fine with it. I'm sure Kevin has no idea about the colorful language his son has."

"And he won't," Marie answered, pressing her fingertip to her man's nose, "Remember what happened when you told Eddy about his son cursing? Poor boy was grounded for a month. It's just words, honey bunch. I'd rather that then actual aggressive behavior. Don't you?"

"As always you have such an understanding heart, sweet love of mine."

The two rubbed their noses together making Omar gag. He tried to ignore the smooching sounds off to the side as he played his game, silently swearing as his character got shot leading to someone on the screen screaming about a snake or something. Double Dee didn't understand these video games too well, but he had a knack for board games himself and often opted to bring them out for family time. Omar didn't care for Parcheesi or Scene-It Harry potter edition, or Monopoly, or Chutes and Ladders. His sister, now she loved that. As if right on cue she came in the door, another pleasant hum from the door way. The little girl, just below Double Dee's hip, was obviously cross about something. Her face was all screwed up with both anger and sadness, her lips between a pout, a scowl, and a look that could be described as about to sneeze. She had dark brown eyes, two bushy blue-black pony tails held by lacquer hair pins sent by her great grandmother from Japan, and like her father she had a gap between her teeth, larger than his actually, sometimes she whistled accidentally as she spoke. Her lisp was adorable actually.

She wore a Hello Kitty shirt and a red pair of poufy shorts with high white lacey socks decorated by tiny red bows. Her shoes were black flats with a red bow on them too and golden writing across the sides that read Hello Kitty as well. She was obsessed with the character as well as Barbies. For her last birthday she got a Hello Kitty themed Barbie doll that she brought with her everywhere. It was sticking out of the side pocket of her Rilakuma backpack decorated with pins and dangling bits. She all but threw her Harmony Bunny lunchbox with accompanied thermos on the floor as she stomped inside. Still as furious as she was, she made sure to say hello to a corner of the room where she knew the grey spider family stayed, distant relations to the ones back in Double Dee's home, she also nodded to the corn snake slithering around freely through the house, usually curled up in her brother's lap for warmth.

"Hey, baby doll, what's wrong?" Marie cooed, scooping up her daughter in her arms to snuggle her. Double Dee also wrapped his arms around his daughter's form, kissing the top of her head. She had inherited wild thick hair from somewhere in his family line, it was nothing like his own or Marie's. He himself had thick eyebrows but that was the only hint he had that somewhere in his lineage he had a thick haired relative.

"They are so mean to me in school!" She cried out in a lamenting tone, snuggling between her parents whom she adored and latched on to far more than Omar was.

Even though she was a darling, she didn't have too many friends, only the ones related to her, her many cousins including Eloise but Eloise was older than her, most of her cousins were. She got on with Delilah and Eloise the most, but really, she had a hard time making friends. Really her only friends were the various types of bugs and wild life she met through her father's job. One of his colleagues, his favorite one, the one with the monkey, had a niece that was called Darla, but truly this was the only companion his child had. It was difficult for her normally reserved nature to ever come out and make friendly with others and her being bullied didn't help. They bullied her for her gap mostly and lisp that came with it but now they had started doing something worse.

"What's wrong this time?" Double Dee calming questioned, never letting go of his daughter or wife. In a way the girl reminded him of himself, a quiet unassuming wallflower. Maybe in time she could learn to be part of the crowd like he had. He and Marie didn't enjoy hearing that she was picked on, especially Marie who threatened to sick their ball python on those who even dared, and Lee and May could attest they'd be all too happy to kick down some kids, but of course it never happened. That would be too mean to do that to such little children but that didn't mean she didn't show up and scowl at the brats. Just why on earth they did something like that to the child of a renounced scientist and celebrity singer was anyone's guess.

"They keep making fun of my name. Now they all won't stop calling me Sucky," She whined, sniffling and wiping away her tears. "I hate my name, I hate it! Why couldn't you call me something else?"

Marie and Double Dee looked at each other very genuinely, struck in their core from those harsh words, feeling the weight of them and what they meant go through them. "Oh my dawn, my light," Double Dee softly, sweetly spoke, sitting her down on his lap upon the couch, blocking out all other sound other than his heart breaking for her. Marie sat across from him, loosening her pigtails to brush her hair away from her face, a gesture that cooled her down and made her relax. "Don't say such things. You have no idea the importance of your name…."

She uncrossed her arms and legs and curled closer into her parents. "It's important? What's so special about it?"

"Well," Marie replied, "That's a long, long story and a lot of it is very, very sad."

Omar perked up a little, moving his ear piece away from his ear, exiting to single player mode so he could listen too. He had no idea about why his sister was named the name she was given and wanted to hear the story of it too, something about their tone made him feel he would like to hear this story. Their daughter, their cherished only daughter, their last child, the complete puzzle piece to their perfect family, looked up at them with big eyes. She loved stories, especially long ones, her mother told her lots of legends and fables before bed about dragons, about giants, about war, about wizards, about all sorts of things that kept her wide awake when she should have been asleep. She smiled up at her mother greatly.

"Oh, please tell me mommy! I have time. I have lots and lots of time. I want to know it all maybe if I do, I will be much more pleased with my name."

Marie stroked over her daughter's hair, finding Double Dee's hand upon it as well and they met, their eyes asking questions between each other. He nodded. She was young but she was ready and he knew Omar was listening in as well. He deserved to know everything he was his son after all, his eldest, the heir to his company if he would have it. So he placed his daughter on his lap and got her comfortable as Marie could not help but smile, seeing herself in those eyes, seeing her man in that gap toothed beam, hearing her mother in her laugh, seeing her sisters in the light freckles upon her face. She stroked her face before giving her nose a kiss.

"Alright, I can't resist such a cute face. Where do I begin? Okay… well Suki, I suppose it all started when I was eleven years old…"

And so, she began to tell her story as best she could remember it to the children she had made and loved, to the man she had pined for and now had, in the home that they had worked so hard to get, in the Cul-De-Sac where it all started. A story about that one day, that one day in the woods that had turned from one simple day into her forever.

The End.

AN: That's all she wrote. Hope you enjoyed, don't forget to rate and review:D