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Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to the CHERUB franchise; its characters, ideas, or storylines.

For legal reasons; the characters mentioned do not exist.

Hey Durecel here. Welcome to the first instalment of my CHERUB Vulcan series; that was partially inspired by NoSorrow13 and his Taskforce 13 stories.

Chapter 1: Problems

The Dean High School on the southern coast of England was home to many forms of academic study for teenagers within the immediate Brighton area as well as its surrounding counties to a lesser extent. On this particular Sunday it was home to a Karate Black belt class, it was the class that all black belts dread; the lesson that's supposed to kill you, rather than train you.

This particular black belt class was an unusual one; all black belts who could make it had to go, but some first KYU's, the final non black belt in Karate, had been invited to attend as they were deemed worthy to train that day, that's what they were told anyway.

The last twenty minutes of the three hour class had been murder; runs, sit ups, crab style walking, lizards and geckos, leg raises in all shapes and sizes and, if you were over 16, several punches to the gut by one of the three instructing black belts; whilst keeping legs five inches of the ground.

Finally with two minutes to go the lead black belt called; "OK guys all up. You've all done incredibly well today; even the 1st KYUs. Now just to finish off; 1st KYUs 25, 1st Dans 50, 2nd Dans 75 press ups. Go. Adults on knuckles please."

All of the training martial artists replied: "Uus Sensei!" and got on with their respective amount of press ups; desperate not to be the last to finish the gruelling exercise.

After a minute the 2nd Dans finished their 75 press ups, closely followed by the 1st Dans and finally the 1st KYUs. The head instructors gave their students a nod in approval of what had been achieved, and without further ado, the concluded the lesson with the obligatory Otaga Norai (bow to the class) and subsequent Sensei Norai (bow to the teacher).

It was always mass chaos at the end of any black belt class; black belts of various Dans working out who to bow to first after they'd bowed to the big cheeses that were the three 3rd Dan instructors. It was even worse for the seven or eight 1st KYUs.

In the middle of the confusion; three black belts were sat putting their shoes and socks on talking about what they'd been up to in the past week before they were interrupted by the final two 1st KYUs that needed to bow to them.

The trio bowed their heads in acknowledgement before they could finally leave. The first of them to leave, after the higher Dan and more experienced same Dans of course, was a relatively short girl named Selphy, followed by a relatively tall bloke called Christian, and finally the boy in the middle in terms of height; Zane, retired from the dojo.

About half an hour later almost all the black belts had gone, and all but two of the 1st KYUs had disappeared off home, the three black belts left were Selphy, Christian, and Zane, the two 1st KYUs were a brunette girl; Karla, and her younger brother; Baird.

The sister brother duo had gotten changed out of their gi's, into more casual clothes. Baird had a pair of jeans and a tartan shirt on which made him look like a miniature lumberjack, Karla had a pair of green hot pants on, a blue cardigan on top of a white tank top. The pair was buying some energy drinks to build their body fluids up after the three hours of sweating. The other three black belts were sat around a coffee table having a chat about the last week and what they'd been up to.

At some point during the conversation, a woman; about Selphy's height, came in. She walked over to the group of black belts with a friendly and careful attitude.

"Hiya, you lot alright?" the woman asked with a heir of openness about her. Selphy stood up before she replied.

"I'm good thank you Mum, how's you?" the other two lads got up as well to acknowledge Selphy's Mum's; Susannah, presence.

"I'm fine, you ready to go? Oh, are you two boys alright for lifts home?" She asked. Christian and Zane looked at each other before replying.

"I'm fine Susannah, my Mum should either be outside, or on her way now." Christian answered followed quickly by Zane.

"Yeah, my Dad should be on his way too. Thank you for the offer though Susannah." He said whilst taking one of the headphones he had in out.

"OK, we'll wait around a bit until they both show-" Susannah didn't get to finish her sentence as her phone went off. She quickly looked at the Blackberry that had interrupted her midsentence before groaning. "Ugh, somehow Rebecca's managed to lock herself out of the house. I suppose we'd better go then?" She rhetorically asked her eldest daughter before turning to leave.

The two boys bowed to the more experienced Selphy before she bowed in acknowledgement and then left herself.

Now with one of their partners gone, Christian and Zane returned to their chairs and started talking again.

"So, did you see the Grand Prix last week?" Christian asked his companion.

"Yeah, it was a good one from what I remember..." Zane answered half heartedly, something else obviously occupying his interest away from his friend.

"It wasn't that bad, little disappointed about the FIA's ruling afterward." Christian admitted, obviously a bit downhearted about the post race decisions that happen every now and then in Grand Prix racing.

"Hmm, yeah it was a bit of a piss take; Ferrari International Aid I suppose. But hey that's what happens when you put an Italian in charge." Zane thought aloud. He was still staring into the distance though, and Christian wasn't sure what he was supposedly staring at. He turned around to look in Zane's line of sight and saw what his companion was more interested in.

"You're not gawping at Karla again are you?" He asked jokingly, trying to snap Zane out of his trance. Zane's reply was a little less than expected.

"You have to admit Chris; she's got nice legs." He said pulling his head way from Karla's direction to look at Christian.

"Mate, she's two years younger than you. You can't seriously be falling for a school kid."

"I can. Because I have, I think." The two boy's conversation was interrupted yet again when they noticed Karla and Baird started walking in their direction. Christian shot a look at Zane which confused the shorter of the two black belts, before they turned to look at the brother and sister.

"Sempai would it be OK if we left before you?" Karla asked in her normal sweet voice. Zane looked at Christian before he gave his reply.

"You can go before me, but whether Chris'll let you go before him is another matter." Zane said before effectively giving Christian the floor. He was about to answer when their attention was drawn to the entrance; two police officers walked through the doors, removing their hats as they did so.

The group of martial artists looked at each other, and were about to finish when they were surprised to see the two officers walking over to them. Zane and Christian looked at each other and then at their sai bag cases and staffs. Karla and Baird looked at their staffs as well. All of them thought that the two officers were inspecting them because of the four obvious weapons they all had.

Zane realised by the two white rims around the caps the two officers were holding; they were traffic, and quite possibly FLOs (Family Liaison Officers). The two officers stopped in front of the teenagers and asked if they were who they were, to which they all nodded. The Sergeant of the two asked if Karla and Baird would take a seat before he and his colleague took a seat too.

"There's been an incident on the A27. We believe that your parents have been involved in a collision." He began. The officers began to explain some of the details of the collision; who was involved, what state each individual parent was in and other details.

Christian's mother was in a critical but stable condition and was in the back of a paramedic ambulance heading towards the local hospital. Christian looked like he was trying to hold his tears back, away from public view.

Zane's father was in a similar state; critical but stable, but hadn't been removed from the wreckage of his Mercedes E500 yet. Zane looked the most relaxed of the four, that didn't mean he wasn't upset; his head was hung low and his eyes were stinging from held back tears. He put a reassuring hand on Christian's shoulder trying to show some sort of companionship between the two partners.

Karla and Baird's mother was in a critical state also but she was already in hospital being treated for several injuries. Karla's eyes had begun to flood as she held her little brother. Baird was sobbing uncontrollably into his sister's shoulder at the news. What made it worse though, their baby sister Demy, was in a life threatening condition in hospital too.

At this realisation; the two siblings could no longer try to support one another from the shear shock and sadness that had consumed them. The two black belts helped them up before embracing each other trying to comfort one another as much as themselves.

"C'mon, if our families are even half as strong as we are; they'll be fighting fit by the end of the day." Zane tried to joke, trying to lighten the mood. The other three began to lift a slight smile at the comment.

On the A27 the silver BMW 550i of Susannah Horton was travelling eastward toward a town called Lewes. The German saloon was travelling at a greater speed then all of the other cars around it, and Selphy noticed this.

"Mum, why are we going so fast? After all Rebecca can wait if she was dumb or drunk enough to lock herself out." Selphy said as she took a swig of the bottle of water that was in her hand.

"Yeah alright, but what happens when we get there and she's walked off somewhere and we can't find her?" Susannah asked her daughter with an undercurrent of sarcasm evident in her voice.

"Text her, she's got her phone hasn't she?" Selphy replied without even thinking. Susannah couldn't really argue with that and so she left off the gas a bit.

As the BMW began to decelerate to about 70mph, the car cruised past a small scene of devastation in the opposite carriageway. A collection of crumpled metal, blue flashing lights, and men in high visibility jackets swarmed the area.

Chapter 1: Done.