Disclaimer: I don't own DP.

[DPOV]

"Tori, shut up." I growled, then leaned closer to the door the hear better.

"Kit, I have to get a job too. I can't let you-" Lauren began, but was swiftly cut off by Dad.

"No Lauren, I'm doing fine by myself."

"Are you kidding me? These are children, Kit. Four teenagers-"

"I'm aware."

"And we aren't giving them everything they need."

Dad sighed, frustrated. "Yes we are."

"KIT!" Lauren cried. The screech of the chair indicating that she had stood up. "Do you know what happened when I passed by Chloe and Tori's room?" She didn't wait for an answer. "They were dicussing how they could save food so that they don't stress us out. And how they would maybe work a little in that McDonalds so that they could help us put. No doubt Simon and Derek were probably talking about the same things. I can't let the kids work."

"And you think I would purposefully send the kids out there to make money? Doing our job? Okay, Lauren, I admit... business has been slow... but the kids need an adult around. I don't want them to be alone."

"The kids can handle a few hours alone. They've proved that much."

"Lauren... can we talk about this later? I'm feeling tired..."

That's when the conversation turned boring.

I turned around the see Tori and Simon jamming their elbows into the others' ribs, and Chloe glaring at both of them.

I growled at them and they stopped, and turn to look at me in expectation.

"Our room." I said simply and trudged upstairs having Chloe, then Tori, then Simon trail after me.

"That's horrible." Chloe murmured, eyes downcast. I went to sit beside her on my bed and she leaned against my arm.

Tori and Simon exchanged worrisome glances from across the room.

"What should we do?" Simon asked, looking at me.

I sighed and raked a hand through my less greasy hair. "I'm thinking. What do you guys suppose we do?"

Tori, Chloe, and Simon shot surprised looks at me.

"What?" I groaned. I didn't understand why they always did this.

They looked away quickly. Tori was first to recover. "I think we should all get jobs secretly at the McDonalds, like we were talking about before. Each of us could have different shifts and we could cover for the person gone."

Chloe brightened and twisted to look at Tori. "Great idea!" She said, beaming.

Tori smirked. "Have you ever done any work, sunshine?"

Chloe looked into her lap and Tori laughed. "You really had it made, Chloe."

She shrugged but looked a tad happier.

"Yup, our little ray of sunshine." Simon laughed.

"Very little."

Chloe jumped off the bed and cast Tori an annoyed glance. She motioned for me to stand up.

I did, and looked at her curiously.

"I'm not little." She stood up straight and tall, using her hand to measure her height against me. She came up to my chest. For some odd reason, this satisfied her.

"See?" She motioned at her hand still on my chest. "I'm all the way up till here. I'm not that tiny. Hah." She looked so triumphant, so proud, that I couldn't bring myself to burst her bubble.

In response, Simon and Tori both stood up and pointedly looked down at Chloe. We were all sort of looming over her.

She growled - probably something she got off me - and stomped back to the bed she was perched on before. "You guys are no fun." she grouched. Tori began laughing, and soon Simon and Chloe were too. I even cracked a smile.

Lauren's loud footsteps that held the authority of a doctor that could control life or death -not like Chloe, but in the mortal way - and knew it herself began climbing up the steps.

"Guys! Lauren's coming!" I whispered urgently.

Simon dove for his sketchbook and pens and jumped onto his bed. Tori grabbed her i-Pod and jammed the buds into her ears. Chloe looked around frantically and finally grabbed a DVD off the shelf in our room. I quickly picked up a book that I had been reading last night and was settled on my nightstand and flipped to a random page.

"Almost here." I said.

In attempt to look natural, Chloe sat down cross-legged next to Simon, and began chattering about plots and stuff. Simon mimed drawing and nodding absent-mindedly. Tori began belting out words to a song, dancing around the room and I lounged on my bed, looking like I was focusing on words.

"Kids!" Lauren burst in. We all stopped what we were doing and looked at her. All except Tori, who continued shaking her hips in time with the music.

"Here in your arms!" she sang out.

Chloe giggled. "Hey Aunt Lauren, what's up?" She looked so innocent - she was a great actress.

Lauren looked around suspiciously. "What are you guys up to?"

"Nothing." we all croaked out quickly at the same time. She didn't look convinced, but let the subject drop.

"Okay... dinner in an hour."

"Alright." Simon said, smiling. She nodded, and closed the door.

Tori sighed. "That was close."

Chloe got up and pulled out the wire for the earphones that connected with the i-Pod. Therefore flooding music into the room.

"You tell me that you need me and then you go and cut me down... but wait!" Chloe and Tori sang.

Tori grinned and playfully shoved Chloe. "You're ruining the song!"

Chloe grinned back. "I can't ruin it. You've already butchered it."

Simon snickered. I expected Tori to blow up and start throwing around fireballs. Instead, she nodded approvingly and sang out with Chloe.

"It's too late to apologize...! It's too late...!"

After our little ... adventure, you could possibly call it... I had left the room to take a shower.

Upon stepping out of the stand up shower, and dressing, I head a knock at the door. It was faint, like it was meant for me. It was probably Chloe, so I opened the bathroom door, only to find no one there. I tilted my head at an angle, and heard the knock again. And then the doorbell. Twice. No one else had heard it, since no one else was making a mad dash for the door, which always happens. Especially for door to door salesmen. Tori enjoys scaring the poor guys away.

I head downstairs and check to see if anyone was on the first floor. The house residents (a.k.a. Chloe, Simon, Dad, Lauren, Tori and I) were all residing upstairs, doing whatever. Shrugging to myself, I shuffle over to the door in my socks, and lean down to look through the peep hole. Two figures were running away.

Was it the Edison Group? If I opened this door, would we be ambushed? I checked the peep hole again, and then cautiously unlocked the door, and twisted the door knob. I opened it a crack, and a cool breeze drifted through. I pulled the door open wider, and looked around. No one was there now. I looked down, about to shut the door, annoyed, but saw a basket that was screeching.

I've seen so many weird things, that this didn't even faze me. I kneel beside the basket, and sniff, hoping it was some yummy food item. Not that I would eat it. I mean, it could be poisoned.

But I caught the scent of something like myself. A werewolf.

My head snapped up and I searched the perimeter with my eyes and ears. Nothing.

There was a blanket draped over the basket, and whatever was underneath started to fidget. Food doesn't fidget. Nervously, I yanked the blanket away. And was shocked.

The basket inhabitant giggled at me, thumping it's little fists together and growling. There was a baby at our doorway. Baby... doorway. Baby... basket. What the hell was a friggin' baby doing on our stoop?

I sniffed again, hoping to catch a scent of whatever-whoever- the baby was and came from.

The baby surveyed me -is that possible?- curiously, and broke out into a wide toothless smile.

It was a werewolf baby.

Erm... okay. I hope you liked it so far. R&R please!

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