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Part VI: London Bridge is Falling Down

"Righto, little min—um, Myles and Minion Number 2!"

"Hey!" Beckett protested, sticking out his lower lip as he attempted to copy his twin's glare. "Why am I Minonon number 2?"

"It's minion, not minonon," Myles corrected, rolling his eyes at the raspberry he received. "Simple-toon."

"Because," Juliet interrupted, ruffling both the twin's hair, much to their identical displeasure. "I said so."

"Is that your answer to everything?" Myles asked, shoving her hand away. "Because it just shows that you're not very intelligent."

Juliet raised an eyebrow. "I'm not the one who says 'simple-toon'."

"It is a nickname," the boy replied, talking slowly as though attempting to explain something to a rather daft child.

"Of course it is," she replied, her tone patronizing. "Moving on, it's time for our next game! I was thinking—"

"Question!" Beckett interrupted, waving his hand frantically in the air.

"We're not in school," Myles grumbled, his mood turned sour by the fact that another dumb game was to be played soon.

"Yes, my minion?" Juliet said, ignoring him and pointing at Beckett.

"My turn to choose." He declared, also paying no mind to the grumpy boy.

"What?" Juliet questioned, raising her eyebrows.

"I choose the next game." Beckett repeated, attempting to glare again. "It's my turn."

Juliet wondered if she should tell him that the only thing his glare achieved was to make him seem as though he was ready to burst into tears. Deciding not to risk it, she instead said, "Actually, little minion, there are no turns. I chose the games, and you help me get your big brother to play them. That's why I'm the leader and you're the minion and Myles is, well, Myles."

"No!" Beckett stated stubbornly, attempting to strengthen his glare by sticking out his lip further.

"You look like you're about to cry," Myles observed.

Juliet winced and looked at Beckett who now had tears in his eyes.

"No I'm not!" He protested loudly. "It's my turn!"

"Okay, okay!" Juliet said, trying to calm him down. "It's your turn! Don't cry!"

"Yay!" Beckett beamed, tears miraculously gone in an instant. "I get to choose, Myles!"

"Yay," Myles said with considerably less enthusiasm than his twin.

Juliet sighed and wondered why little kids had to be so temperamental all the time. "Which game do you want to play?"

The boy shrugged. "Dunno."

The bodyguard-turned-babysitter's shoulders slumped. "Then why did you keep insisting it was your turn?"

"Because it is my turn!"

She sighed. "All right. Just think of a game—"

"Got one!" Beckett interrupted cheerfully.

And then he turned to his brother, had that weird little telepathy moment so many twins share, and proceeded to run out the door.


Artemis opened the door to his study and promptly knocked over the miniature bridge that the twins had been constructing right in front of it. He raised an eyebrow as building blocks and popsicle stick went tumbling this way and that.

"Thank you so much Arty." Myles said, glaring up at his elder brother from his position on the floor. "I spent two hours designing that!"

Artemis ignored him, instead focusing on Juliet who was hovering over the two twins, looking a bit lost. Why had they chosen this area to build? He had no idea. The minds of juveniles were strange things.

"Why are you three residing in my study?" He asked coolly.

Juliet shrugged. "Beats me. Beckett insisted that it was his turn to choose a game. I really have no idea what he's doing."

"I see." Artemis sighed. Of course. It wasn't enough that Juliet was obsessed with games, but she had to go and corrupt his little brothers as well. He should probably do something about that.

"Looky!" Beckett said cheerfully, having ignored the entire conversation. He had managed to rebuild a portion of the bridge as a little tower. The little boy looked so proud of himself that Artemis didn't bother to tell him that the thing was not structurally sound.

"It's going to fall over." Apparently Myles had no such qualms.

Beckett stuck his tongue out at his twin and turned back to his masterpiece in time to see it collapse.

"Told you." Myles said smugly.

Beckett looked ready to burst into tears.

Not wanting to be around for the waterworks, Artemis quickly made his retreat. "If you'll excuse me, I need to get back to work. Please take your little drama outside."

He neatly stepped over the small wreckage to the only area that was not occupied by humans or building materials. And promptly slipped on the water Beckett had 'accidently' spilled there two minutes before Artemis had arrived. He landed quite hard on his rear.

"London Bridge is Falling Down," Myles drawled with a smirk.

"So that's what you two were planning." Juliet said, sounding half awed and half strangled.

Beckett simply giggled, a cunning glint that Artemis could not recall ever seeing before present in his eyes. The boy reached into his pocket and pulled out a fistful of rose petals which he then showered his elder brother with.

"Fallin' down, fallin' down. London bridge is fallin' down, ring-a-round the rosies!"


Note1: Haha, Beckett got London Bride and Ring-a-Round the Roses mixed up. Why? It just seemed like something he would do :P

Note2: Water is quite hard to see on a wooden floor, something the authoress knows all too well. Oh maybe she's just blind. Ah well.