Hi!!! So, this was suggested to me, by Cecilia. I'm putting it here because it dawned on me I don't exactly have a one shot book or anything like that.. But I can make one later.. Anyway, the scenario is the pirates turn into kids for a day. This ones for you, Cece. ^_^ Kiss-me-in-Paris 

(Cecilia's POV)

It was the morning after we had just recently finished our most recent treasure quest. Alan suggested we get it. Me and the girls were wary to have anything to do with something Alan sent us for, but we got a crown of some sort. The boys were passing it around last night. I remember none of us girls looked at it, Kris claiming it could be cursed for all we know, but the boys seemed interested in it enough, and the strange writing etched into it. We had called it a night later after the boys all had a look.

I feel a hand on my shoulder, nudging me this morning. "It's still early isn't it Morgan?" I ask tiredly, not really wanting to get up yet.

I felt the nudging continue, and finally groaned, rolling over. "What Mor- what the?!!!" I turn around to find not my husband, well, it looked like him, but a mini version. He looked to be about five or so, with the same stormy grey eyes that I would recognize anywhere, and the same chocolate brown hair. His clothes had not shrunk with him, and he was swamped in his big white shirt. It was kinda cute.

I heard a loud thumping down the hall, with the sound of yelling and pounding feet. The door to my room burst open, revealing a very flustered looking Luna. "Tell me I'm not crazy!" She exclaimed, as she observed me, and the five year old Morgan. "I'm not the only one that woke up to a five year old then?" She asked, looking slightly relived. "What... How is this even possible?" Luna asked, starting to get worked up again.

We heard more footsteps, and the rest of the girls appeared. "How the hell is this even possible? It's not just me right?" Kris yells, looking slightly flustered as well.

"So just the boys then..." Allison trailed off, looking at everyone.

"The treasure was cursed then right? That weird writing on the side..." Penelope adds, thinking.

"I don't know. We need to rig something in the meantime though. Obviously their clothes didn't shrink with them." Arabella observed, glancing at Morgan.

I sigh. She was right. None of their clothes would fit them now. "Well let's get them ready for the day, and look at the crown in a bit I guess.." I sighed, and the girls agreed, leaving the room.

"Well Morgan let's see what we can do here hmm?" I say, looking at the young Morgan. He smiled slightly nodding, and I went to rummage through our closet to find a shirt that I could tie and make smaller, and some shorts I could rig.

I'm interrupted by the sound of a dresser drawer being opened, and once I find a t shirt, I turn around, to find Morgan, grabbing an assortment of my underwear, and throwing them all over the floor, laughing.

"Look Cece!" He exclaimed, holding up a pair of my lacy underwear. I feel my face heat up, as I run over, snatching it out of his hands.

"Don't. Those... Those are not for playing with..." I spluttered, not really wanting to explain, as I quickly start gathering my underwear and shoving them back into the drawer.

"Why? So many colors.." He pouted, frowning slightly, as he looked at me.

"Come here. Stand up." I instructed, as I put a shirt over his head, and tied the back so he wouldn't trip on it. I grabbed a pair of shorts next. "Okay, here. Hold onto my shoulders, and step through." I add, motioning to the shorts I had found. They were still too big, but it would have to work.

Morgan placed his small hands on my shoulders, and I held the shorts open, letting him lean into me. I felt the little hands slip, lower and lower, until they were on my breasts. What the hell? I felt a pinch, and pull back, to find a grinning Morgan, his grey eyes dancing with mischief. "Boobs!" He exclaims, grinning.

"Really Morgan?" I sigh. I should have guessed even a five year old Morgan would be a pervert.

"I like em." He adds, still grinning, before running out of the room. I get up, sprinting after him.

"Morgan come back here." I call after him, exasperated. He runs into the bathroom, shutting the door.

"You better not be making a mess." I warn him, and the door suddenly opens, a blur of brown hair and white trailing after, runs past me, and I start chasing him once more. The white blur was toilet paper, and he was unraveling the roll as he ran. He laughed as he ran, before stopping suddenly.

Right when I almost catch him, he discards his shirt, before continuing to run with the toilet paper once more, the long white streamer trailing behind him, as he ran. "Morgan!" I yell, as I run after him..

                     (Penelope's POV)

                "No no no! Don't look!" Five year old Eduardo shouted at me, covering the eye that normally had a patch over it.

               "I have to Ed. Come on. Let me see.." I said gently, trying to pry his hand away from his eye. His patch didn't fit right now, but I couldn't adjust it and put it back on if he wouldn't let me.

                   His light brown eye widened in panic, as he violently shook his head no. "No, no, no! You won't like it! Don't wanna! You can't see it!!!" He exclaims, pulling away from me. I had somehow managed to get him dressed, but he constantly kept turning his face so I couldn't see his eye.

                      "Ed, I can't help you if you don't let me." I say sighing.

                   "Don't wanna Penn... Don't like it... Don't want you see it.." He pouted, tilting his head to the side slightly as he looked at me. It was kinda cute, and I couldn't help smiling slightly at how he shortened my name as well.

                  "I can make your patch fit, but you need to let me see. I promise I won't tell anyone okay? Let me see." I add, pulling his hand away.

                His other eye was a reddish brown, almost a rust color. It was a darker shade than the light brown of his other eye, the one he didn't keep hidden. "There's nothing wrong with it. I like it." I say softly, and his face lights up, as he smiles at me.

                I put the eye patch on, tying it to make it smaller, and but a hair pin on it so it wouldn't come undone. "Okay there you go. All done." I announce, getting up.

               He leaps up, and sprints out of our room, running down the hall. I catch sight of Cece, chasing Morgan, as he runs down the hall with toilet paper flying behind him. Ed runs out onto the deck, and after snatching something from Nate, keeps running towards the top deck. "Hey that's mine!" Five year old Nate shouts, as he starts chasing Ed.

                  Ed laughs, grinning, as he runs across the top deck towards the wheel of the ship. I chase after him, to find it was a paper airplane he snatched from Nate. Nate jumps, tackling Ed to the ground. "Hey knock it off!" I yell, as I try to pull apart the fighting boys.

               "He started it!" Nate yells, as they continue to roll around.

               "Idiot!" Ed yells back, as he shoves Nathan off of him. Arabella comes over, snatching up Nate.

               "I guess some things don't change huh?" She asks laughing, gesturing to the two irritated boys.

                "I guess not." I add, shaking my head. Somehow I'm not surprised that Nate and Ed would argue, even as boys. Arabella walks off, and I glance over to see Ed pulling at the bottom of the steering wheel, looking slightly frustrated.

                 "Here." I say, picking him up, and balancing him on one hip, I let him touch the top of the steering wheel.

                   "Wanna do it by myself." He pouts, pointing at the steering wheel.

                     I roll my eyes at his stubbornness, before setting him down,  and quickly go grab a stool from the navigation room.

                 I place it in front of the wheel, and help him stand on it. His eye sparkles in delight, as he takes hold of the steering wheel with both of his little hands. "Look at me look Penn I steer!" He exclaims happily, and I can't help smiling at how excited he is.

               It was endearing in a way. He was still the same in some ways, just more child like. I finally got to see him without his eye patch, surprisingly enough, though I'm sure when he returned to normal he wouldn't be happy about it. That is, if he even will remember his time as a kid again.

                He jumps down, taking my hand, and leading me away from the wheel, back to our room.."Read a book?" He asks shyly, his cheeks a slight pink, as he points to our book shelf.

                "Sure." I agree smiling, as I grab a book and sit down. It was a rare sight for Ed to blush, and I had to stifle a laugh. He climbed up into my lap, leaning against me, as I read to him.

                         (Kris's POV)

"Russ you're making a mess." I scold, a now five year old Russell, as he tears off all the blankets and sheets from our bed.

"Fort fort!!!" He exclaims, jumping up and down, as he continues ripping apart our bed, that I had just made.

"You're too damn hyper." I mutter, as he runs around the room, a blur of blonde hair, pulling things out of our dresser, and off our shelf. "Seriously Russ?" I ask, stifling a laugh. He was making a huge mess, but he was so excited, it was hard to get really pissed at him.

He tucks one end of a blanket into the bottom of our bed, and tucks the other into the dresser drawer, closing it, so the blanket would stretch across the space between the bed and the dresser. He pulls out pillows and sheets, laying them down inside his make shift fort. "Come play come play!" He exclaims, his green eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Alright alright." I agree, laughing, as I crawl inside his fort. It's too small for me, so my legs kinda hang out the entrance. I'm suddenly hit with something in the face, and he starts laughing. I feel around me on the ground, to find a crumpled up piece of paper, which is what hit me in the face. "Hey!" I yell, trying to grab him.

He runs past me, the top of the fort collapsing on me, as he makes his escape."Damn. Fast little shit." I mutter, as I jump up, throwing the blanket off of me. I catch a glimpse of him running out the door, waving something shiny in his hand. "What the hell.." I mumble, as I glance around wondering what he had gotten ahold of now.

I glance around the room a few times, still confused as to what he possibly could have.. When my eyes land on the top of the dresser, and I notice my pistol isn't on it anymore. "Shit." I exclaim, as I chase after him.

I run down the hall, heading for the deck, when I spot Luna. "Did Russ run by here?" I ask hurriedly.

"Yea I think so, headed for the deck, what's wrong?" She asks, narrowing her brown eyes at me slightly.

"Little shit got ahold of my pistol, and is running around with it." I say, before I start sprinting once more for the deck. "Russ come back!!" I yell, as I sprint across the deck. I catch sight of a little Thomas, chasing Russ.

                 "Let me see! Let me see! I wanna play too!" Thomas shrieks, as he chases Russell.

                  "No mine!!" Russ shouts possessively, clutching the pistol to his chest.

                   "Russ, I need you to give that back to me okay?" I say, approaching him carefully, taking slow steps towards him. I kinda doubt he would fire it, but was still scared to death. I was terrified he would accidentally set it off.

                 "Nuh huh. I had it first. I'm playing with it." He says stubbornly shaking his head as he pouts.

                  "Russ. It's mine, please give it back." I say sternly. I wanted to just snatch it from him, but I didn't know if he would resist, and I didn't want to struggle with him and accidentally set it off. "Please Russ." I pout, looking at him.

                  His eyes widen slightly, before he nods. "Okay Kris." He says shyly, before walking over to me and handing me the pistol.

                    "Thank you. I'll find something else for you to play with okay?" I add, reaching down and ruffling his already messy hair.

            "Hey." He yells, but his face is bright red, as he pouts.

We make our way back inside towards the rooms, and I see Luna again. "Oh you got it.. Good." She looked slightly relived. "Oh here, this kept Chris entertained for a bit." She adds, giving me a handful of wooden tongue depressors. "He tried to build with them, maybe Russ will want to." She says, shrugging.

I take the offered tongue depressors, and lead Russ back to our room. Damn it's a mess. "Here. You can play with these for a minute while I try to clean up." I sigh.

He takes them, and I start to clean up our room. I'm interrupted by the feeling of getting pelted in the back by something small, and turn to find Russ grinning at me, as he throws the small wooden sticks at me. "Knock it off." I laugh, and he bolts out the door once more. "Come back!" I yell, exasperatedly, as I chase him down the hall. Why was he so hyper?!

I chase him through the dinning room, and into the kitchen, where he grabs a cookie off the counter. "Arabella... What kind of cookies are those?" I ask, as I take one myself.

"Sugar cookies." She answers simply, and I nearly choke on my cookie.

"Dammit. The last thing he needs is any sugar. Russ is hyper enough. Shit." I groan, as I glance at Russ, who was already reaching for another cookie. "No you don't." I add, swatting his hand away from the plate.

"Hey... I wanted that." He pouts, frowning slightly.

"Help me clean our room, then I'll give you another." I bargain, and he nods enthusiastically, before sprinting off towards our room.

                    We clean up our room, though it takes seemingly forever, because Russ continuously gets distracted, and starts throwing objects at me. Much to my reluctance, I give him another cookie, and Arabella makes paper airplanes and little paper triangles they can shoot at each other to keep the boys occupied for awhile.

                      (Luna's POV)

              I watch in amusement as five year old Chris starts tearing apart the infirmary. "Look look! What's this Luna?" He asks, taking a bottle off the shelf, with one of his herbs in it, as he sniffs it.

                I laugh, taking the bottle from him, before putting it back on the shelf. "Don't you know what it is?" I ask teasing him, and he pouts slightly.

               "No." He pouts, before moving on to the next container on the shelf. He was a curious child, and no wonder, it's probably what made him a good doctor as an adult. "Well.. I do know, but I can't say it." He adds, after a moment, looking back at the bottle I had just taken away.

               "Why not?" I ask, tilting my head to the side as I look at him.

                 "It's a big word..." He mumbles, blushing slightly, the slight pink dusting his mocha cheeks.

                 "That's okay. Don't worry about it." I try and reassure him, and his gentle smile that I was used to returns.

                 "Here, why don't we try to build a house?" I ask, pouring a pile of the wooden tongue depressors on the floor.

               "Yea!" He exclaims, nodding enthusiastically, as he tries to figure out how to lay them.

                I stifle a laugh, as he sticks his tongue out slightly, as he concentrates. It's freaking adorable. The sticks keep falling, and I finally sit down next to him, showing him how to layer the little sticks, overlapping the corners. "Thanks Luna!" He laughs, as he starts to take over after I finish showing him. I hear feet running and look out the door to see Russ running down the hall.

                I go back in to check on Chris, as we play for a few more minutes.

                I hear running footsteps, again and peek out the door to see a frazzled Kris. "Did Russ run by here?" She asks, her hazel eyes looking slightly frantic.

              "Yea I think so, headed to the deck. What's wrong?" I ask, curious why she looked so worried.

              "Little shit got ahold of my pistol and is running around with it." She says, before sprinting for the deck.

               Damn. I'm lucky Chris didn't try any of that kinda stuff this morning, I think, as I turn around to go back in.

               He finished with the sticks, and had moved on to exploring more. He started throwing little cotton balls, flinging them around the room, as he laughed.

               I sigh. Well, he was making a mess but it could be worse. "Alright, let me see those?" I ask, and instead of giving them to me, he sticks out his tongue at me, before throwing more of them at me, and running out to the hallway. "Chris!" I yell, before sprinting after him. He runs down the hall, throwing cotton balls behind him as he runs, adding to the random mess of toilet paper that was already thrown around down the hallway.

                  I chase him to the dinning room, where he continues to fling more cotton balls around the room. I chase him back to the infirmary, and I catch sight of Kris heading back in. "Oh you got it... Good." I say, noticing she had her pistol strapped to her side. "Oh here, this kept Chris entertained for a bit." I add, offering her a small stack of tongue depressors. "He tried to build with them, maybe Russ will want to." I say, and she nods, taking them.

Chris runs by me in a blur, still throwing cotton balls, heading into the kitchen this time. He throws them around the kitchen, much to Arabella's amusement. I see a little Thomas looking at Chris, and Chris proceeds to start throwing the fluffy cotton balls at Thomas, who begins laughing, and chasing Chris around the kitchen.

"Cookie?" Arabella offers as she leans against the counter.

"Sure." I nod, taking a cookie. "Okay why the hell does Nate look all calm?" I ask, looking at the mini chef, who was playing with a paper airplane.

Arabella snorts. "Yea right. I had to chase him to the top deck this morning, and he jumped on Ed because he took his paper airplane. Calm my ass." She says, rolling her eyes.

"Chris, Thomas, here." She adds, offering the boys a cookie. Both eagerly grab one, before continuing to play.

"That's nothing, I saw Russ run around with Kris's pistol." I tell her, and she starts coughing.

"Well damn." She says, shaking her head.

"Miss Ara! That's a bad word!" Thomas exclaims suddenly gaping at Arabella.

(Allison's POV)

If Thomas was an innocent adult, he was even more so as a five year old. "Play with me Alli!" An excited Thomas asked, beaming at me. I couldn't help returning his smile.

"Okay Thomas!" I agreed, sitting with him on the floor. He was playing with a deck of playing cards, throwing them around the room.

"Here. If you pick them up I'll show you how to build a house with them." I tell him, and he nods enthusiastically, he ginger hair getting in his eyes.

I laugh slightly, sweeping his hair away from his eyes. "Thanks Alli!" He says, smiling cutely.

"Hey Alli...." Thomas starts, fidgeting slightly, with a slight blush on his cheeks. He was too freaking cute. "Do you think maybe.... If I'm reallllly good.... Do you think maybe I could get a pet bunny?" He asks, titling his head to the side, as he looks at me with his light brown eyes.

"I don't know Thomas.." I say hesitantly. As much as I wanted to say yes, I knew a pet on the ship probably wouldn't be a good idea.

"Awww. Pwease Alli? Pwease!!! I'll be good, and I'll play with it and feed it! I take good care of the bunny!" He exclaimed, giving me the most hard to resist puppy dog eyes I had ever seen.

"We'll see when we get to the next port maybe." I told him. I felt bad, but I didn't know what else to say to him, and I didn't want to upset him.

"Thanks Alli!" Thomas smiled, launching himself at me. I laugh, hugging him. I pat his hair down, before he pulls back.

"Let's go play." Thomas giggles, tugging on my hand.

I follow him out onto the deck, and I get an idea. I raise my hands, bringing up some water from the ocean, and spin it around him, as he runs around the deck. He starts running through the water, laughing as he runs the rough the water, and back again. "You're fun Alli!!" He says laughing, as he continues to run across the deck.

"Aw thanks Thomas! You're fun too." I tell him, smiling at him. He was seriously adorable. "Here let's get you dried off okay?" I ask, picking him up, and taking him back to our room. I grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and dried off Thomas, ruffling his hair with the towel.

Once I get him changed, he runs back towards the deck, looking for the other boys. I follow after him, watching him try to play with Russell, who played with him for a second, before running off on his own. "Alli... Russ wouldn't play with me." Thomas runs up to me pouting.

"That's okay. Hey why don't we go look for one of the other boys to play with okay?" I ask, crouching down to his level.

"Okay..." He says sadly, as he grabs my hand once more.

                 We head to the top deck to find Ed, standing on a stool, playing with the steering wheel. "Ed play with me!" Thomas exclaims, running over to the mini navigator.

                  "No. Playing with Penn."he says bluntly, before returning his attention to the steering wheel.

                 Thomas turns to look at me, his brown eyes watering, as he blinks back tears. "Aw Thomas! It's okay! We will find someone else to play with." I tell him, picking him up and balancing him on one hip.

                I take him towards the kitchen, and Nate and Arabella give Thomas a paper airplane, and some cookies. Little Nate lets Thomas throw paper at him, and Chris runs in, throwing cotton balls, much to Thomas's amusement.

                 Thomas runs over, offering me a cookie. "Here Alli, I saved one for you." He says, smiling at me as he hands me the cookie.

                "Thanks Thomas." I reply, ruffling his hair playfully. "Go on and keep playing with the boys." I adds, gesturing to Nate and Chris. He nods enthusiastically, running back over to the two boys.

                      (Arabella's POV)

              "Don't touch me idiot." Five year old Nate glares at me, as I try to get him dressed in the morning.

                "Come on Nate, let me help you." I sigh, looking at the irritated little boy.

                 "No. Don't want you help." He replied stubbornly as he struggled with the shirt I had found.

                  I stifle a laugh, as I watch him try to stick his head through the sleeve of the shirt instead of the neck. "Here. Like this." I say, pulling the shirt up, and adjusting it, before pulling it down over his head.

                 He swatted my hand away, his face bright red as he pulled away from me. "Okay." He said grumpily, before letting me help put the shorts on.

                 He found his bandanna, frowning as he brought it over to me. "Too big Ara.." He grumbled, showing me the black piece of cloth, and I laughed.

               "That's okay. Here we can fold it smaller okay?" I ask, ruffling his hair.

               He swats my hand away, his face red once again. "Here. Let me put it on okay?" I ask, showing him the bandanna I folded.

                He nods shyly, letting me put it on his head. "How about we find something to play with?" I ask him, and he nods.

              I made him a paper airplane, and he took it, smiling slightly, as he ran towards the deck with it. I follow him out to the deck, as he runs around throwing the paper airplane.

                It accidentally flew overboard, and he pouted slightly, watching it go into the water below.

               "So serious again..." I mutter to myself, shaking my head slightly, as I watch him.

            I find another piece of paper, making him another one, before going over to him. "Here Nate." I say quietly, handing him the new paper airplane. He smiles slightly, before he begins playing again.

             I see a little Eduardo run by, snatching Nate's paper airplane. "Hey that's mine!" He yells, running after Ed.

              I run after them, to find Ed and Nate rolling around on the top deck, fighting. Ed shoves Nate off of him, and I quickly snatch him up, leaving Ed and Penelope, to head to the kitchen. "He broke the new one Ara." Nate pouts, holding up the crumpled up paper airplane.

                "That's okay. Here, I'll make you a new one okay? Let's go get some cookies." I soothe him, carrying him to the kitchen. "Here." I say, offering him some cookies, as I set him down in the kitchen.

               He smiles slightly, munching on the cookies, as I make him a few more airplanes. Chris comes running in, followed by Luna. Chris throws cotton balls around, and starts playing with Nate. Thomas and Allison come in next, Thomas starts playing with the other two, as we all watch.

               We take care of all the boys, and after tucking them in later, everyone gathers in the dinning room. "It has to be that crown." Penelope murmured, as we pass it around, examining it.

             "Well the boys all handled it yesterday, we didn't. You know we're screwed tomorrow right? We've all touched it now." Kris snorts, as she passes the crown to Luna.

               "Well we have to try and figure this out. And we'll see tomorrow." Cecilia says, slightly hesitant as she examines the crown as well. Of course we would find out the next day, that Kris was right. It was our turn to age back the next day.

A/n: hi!!!! So there's a part two to this, I'm working on it now! And just like letting you know, I haven't forgotten, I know normally I update the bidders next. I'm still figuring some of it out, trying to get the next chapters organized, and I've been a little stuck. I'm sorry, I'm working on it, but I'd rather take the extra time, instead of rushing that... So sorry about that. So I might re arrange the update rotation a bit this week, but I haven't  forgotten it I promise! ^_^

-Jinx