A/N: I've just been watching the series and mini-series again. Wow, I haven't seen them in years, but I still love it. Twenty-six is adorable and it irritated me how they never really showed Karl with his life-partner as much as they did in the mini-series. He seemed to be too preoccupied trying to get off the island.

Anyways, I thought I would remedy that, so here is some drabbles of Karl/Twenty-six moments.

Life Partners

"Twenty-six, get out of there. You'll hurt yourself," Karl said exasperatedly.

The little Chasmosaur had managed to climb on top of Zippo's desk and was stomping all over the papers. She had been an interesting handful all day and Karl was growing tired of it. She had managed to knock over to ink jars, rip up three pillows, and continually cried for food.

Pulling the growing, scaly body off of the desk, Karl held his life partner in his arms, eyes both tired and stern.

"I've had just about enough of your attitude today. If you don't knock it off I'll—" Twenty-six looked up at him with big black eyes and squeaked.

"Don't look at me like that. You're in trouble."

More squeaks and squawks mixed with big sad eyes. Karl sighed and tightened his arms around her.

"What am I going to do with you?" he asked before setting his little baby down. She jumped away and started running around again. Shaking his head, Karl flopped down in a chair.

"Who knew being a parent could be so tough."

"You'll get used to it," said Frank from the door. He had just arrived from the Trading Post and silently watched his son with the baby dinosaur. "Missed you at the Trading post today."

"Yeah, well… Zippo has work to do and I needed to spend some more time with Twenty-six. Nothing happened I hope."

"Nah, just the usual poker whipping by LeSage's crew and the bridge whipping by the Dinotopians."

Karl smirked and nodded before turning to watch his baby run under the table dragging and feather in her mouth.

"I was just going to see Waldo, you wanna come?"

"Eh, nah. I need to stay with Twenty-six."

"Marion finally get on your case?"

"No, it was Rosemary. She said that: I spend more time at the Trading Post then with Twenty-six and such reckless up-bringing is sure to make her a recluse."

"Maybe you should start thinking about training her," Frank offered. Karl gave him a pointed look.

"Dad, she's not a dog. And she's only a baby. What can I do yet?"

"She's a baby that talks. At least, Marion and Zippo know what she's saying."

"That's because they speak Dinotopian."

"Well, if you are supposed to be a parent to this dinosaur, you're going to need to learn to discipline."

"Oh, like you did. Take away our cell phones for a week unless we behave?" Karl countered.

Frank winked. "Something like that." Getting up, Karl's dad walked to the door and left to find the mayor of Waterfall City. Karl watched him leave when suddenly there was a crash.

Whipping around, he found Twenty-six had run head first into a stand that once held a clay pot of flowers. Now the flowers were scattered across the floor mixed with dirt and broken clay pieces lay around those.

"Twenty-six!" Karl got up and ran to the baby Chasmosaur, picking her up and gently checking to see if she was cut or hurt. Once the diagnostic proved all was well, he turned her in his arms and looked hard into her eyes.

"Don't ever do that again!" Twenty-six squeaked joyfully, but Karl wasn't happy. Discipline, huh?

Taking the wriggling baby under his arm, Karl carried her to her crib and set her down in it. "You're going to stay there and think about what you did while I clean up your mess. Understood?"

Twenty-six just whimpered and squeaked in reply. Karl left, but his baby wasn't at all happy. Squawking and stomping, the little Chasmosaur threw a temper tantrum to get her surrogate father's attention. But he wasn't listening. Finally she quieted down and the only sounds that could be heard was the scuffling of the teenage boy as he picked up Twenty-six's mess.

When the room was decently fixed, Karl returned to his room where Twenty-six sat patiently in her bed.

"I haven't spent much time with you lately, have I?"

Twenty-six squeaked in reply. Karl smiled and pulled his baby out of the crib. "Was all of this for attention?"

The Chasmosaur snuggled into her "dad's" arms, rubbing her plate against his side. Karl hugged her tight and rocked her back and forth.

"You won't tear up the place again, understood?"

But now Twenty-six was asleep, all her energy spent on the fiasco before. Karl sat down with her in his arms and drew her even closer. And they remained like that through the night, life partners for all time.

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