This is for my sister, who has not only been a great help with my other stories, but also told me to do a Time Squad story because (and these are her words, not mine), 'THERE IS NOTHING FOR IT ON FANFIC.' So, my dear sister, this is for you!

I don't own these characters. I wish I did, but I don't. Now, I'm going to go curse the Fates. Good day.

The ventilation system 'shhhhhhh'ed, pouring fresh air from the garden pod into the rest of the satellite. The sound used to keep Otto awake, since he had grown used to the occasional squeaks of rats in his time at the orphanage. Now, however, it was only the white-noise of everyday, and the background music for his adventures. Larry had similar noises when he got over heated, after missions in the tropics of South America or in Egypt. But Larry also complained about the noise, saying it was 'undignified' for a robot of his caliber. However out of date his systems might have been, Larry kept his original programming and desires for nobility.

Otto thought on this for a moment, standing outside of his shared bedroom doorway, glass of milk in hand. Larry had been the one who wasn't sure if he should've come with them. Sure, they'd warmed up to each other, but originally he'd been more a pet than a son. That was what he was now, right? A son? Sure, he'd been a son before, but this time he knew the parents. Or, parent. Larry was really the one who looked after him the most, Tuddrussel did too, kinda. In a bone-crushing, big brother/father kinda way.

But he was looked after now, and that was what was important. Larry was his robotic-overly-fussy mother, and Tuddrussel was his Texan father. That was all that really mattered.

They were a family and nothing would change that. Nothing.

Otto concluded this thought with a triumphant sip of warm soy-milk, and stepped into his dark room. Tuddrussel greeted him with a growly snore from the darkness. The child smiled, put the milk by his bed and crawled under the covers. In the orphanage there'd be other kids in the bed, and he'd get pushed out. Or they'd all have to move closer to the radiator for warmth.

This was better, warm bed, family, milk that didn't hurt cows… This was good. And nothing would change it. Yet.

OOOH! Short things are short! Just like hot things are hot and round things are round*. So, this tells you absolutely nothing about this story! Haha! Okay, so I'll be working on this, Epilogue, WMAH(?), and school for a little while. So updates might be few and far between. But oh well, who needs sleep anyway! Any advice or commentary is much appreshated!

*'Round things are round' is another lesson I learned from my sister. I hope this makes you happy, and I promise this isn't your Chirstmas present (I'm not that broke).

Happy Holidays ya'll! Be good to your fellows and enjoy the cold while it's here! It'll be nice to remember when your brains fry in the summer!