Chapter 1: A shocking surprise
In a large, two storey manor, coloured a light grey and bristling with an array of windows that covered numerous types and colours. Pete, a tall, scarred Peashooter wearing upon his head at the base of his left leaf a gold ring with two black, red and gold feathers protruding from the top of it. He stood in the monumental lounge of the manor gazing upon Alison, a slightly smaller Fire Flower, her petals ablaze with passion for her love, or was it the shock and embarrassment of finally meeting her true love after twelve years for him to find he had a son? Despite being indoors, the Fire Flower wore a pair of glistening, silver aviator glasses that reflected the shock on her Peashooter loves face. The two plants turned their heads to look at, Desmond, the small, young Fire Peashooter, bruises covering him in various places, as he stood in the doorway from the lounge to the hallway in an awkward stance.
“I-I’m a father. S-So you’re my son?” Spluttered the tall Peashooter in amazement.
“I-I guess so. M-my name is Desmond.” Alison giggled, the flame on the flaming head of her son started to change from it’s normal light orange to an embarrassing dark red.
“So, I guess he took your family name?” Pete asked his partner with curiosity, causing his flaming partner to giggle.
“No actually, he asked what his father’s family name was. I told him it was Lathyrus and he seemed to prefer it over Helianthus. I guess it is easier to spell at school.” Pete gave Alison a questioning look as she spoke in a tone that implied teasing.
“School?” Alison giggled again when her partner spoke.
“Well school is a place that all young plants go to now. It’s where we find and train for a peacetime job.” Pete had a look of absolute shock at the answer his son gave him.
“So they don’t teach you the basics of fighting?” Desmond shook his head in a brisk manner, answering his father’s question with the simple gesture.
“No, unless we have certain… qualities, we aren’t trained to fight. I can’t even hyper like some of the other Peashooters.” Pete’s expression changed from shock to anger at his son’s reply. Alison giving Pete a worried look at the seemingly betrayed Peashooter.
“That’s ridiculous! Look, now that I’m here, I am going to teach the basics of survival.” Desmond looked jubilant as a weird sensation overcame the small Fire Peashooter. Before anyone knew what was happening, Desmond was hypering all over the place in absolute joy.
When Desmond finally calmed down, Pete went over to the young Fire Pea, pride on his face.
“Well done! I didn’t even tell you anything and you just hypered all over this room. Granted your mother will kill us for making such a large mess.” Looking around, Desmond realized the mess he had made, a look of sorrow forming upon his face.
“I’m so sorry mum. I-I promise to clean it up.” Alison giggled and pet her son.
“It’s fine. I’ve never seen you so happy before.” Desmond looked up and smiled, it really was the best he had felt in a long time.
After Alison had cleaned up the mess in the lounge that her son, Desmond, had left, Pete approached her, a questioning look upon his face.
“Why did you look so shocked to see me? I mean your eyes were red so I guess you were crying?” Alison looked away from the Peashooter in sadness.
“Not long before you arrived, I made a phone call in an attempt to contact you.” Alison began to tear up as she continued to speak in her downcast tone. “They told me that there were only two plants with your name and apparently both of them were killed in action.” By this time Alison was crying again. Pete went over to her, pulling his deeply dispirited partner into a hug.
“You know they could never kill me.” Pete’s tone changed from a comforting one to a questioning one when he next spoke. “Did you say two, were K.I.A?” Alison looked at the befuddled Peashooter next to her and nodded her assurance.
“Yes, why do you ask?” Pete recoiled from her in shock, his muttering being barely audible.
“No, nononononono. It can’t be.” Alison looked at the shocked Peashooter with worry.
“What can’t be?” Pete had tears in his eyes when he looked at Alison and said.
“If what you said is true. Then I have no family left alive.” This time Alison recoiled in revelation.
“You can’t mean… no. What happened.” Pete was on the verge of crying when he eventually brought himself to answer her question.
“I made a ridiculous deal with my brother. He suggested I fake my death to make me invisible to L.E.A.F, so that I could carry out some family business, but he would take my job as leader of Sierra under my name. That way I was dead to L.E.A.F while alive to the remaining plants in my team. He had a pair of dogtags with my name on them. That must mean...” Pete couldn’t carry on but Alison knew what the crying Peashooter next to her was trying to say, his brother was deceased. Alison comforted the whimpering Peashooter beside her while trying to hold back her own tears, the memory she was thinking of could wait.
While he knew that his mother and father were most likely discussing important events of the last twelve years in the lounge, Desmond couldn’t help but wonder how he was going to explain to his dad of his special skill. When plants started to find out about it at school, they started to pick on him more than they already did, especially the other Peashooters who had beaten the grass out of him on multiple occasions. Another thing Desmond couldn’t help but wonder was what his dad was going to teach him about fighting. He wanted to know badly because, until his dad taught him how to defend himself, he would keep coming home with a fresh batch of bruises.
When Pete started to feel better, Alison looked at the bereaved Peashooter next to her.
“You know, you still have me and your son, we are family.” The upset Peashooter looked at her and smiled weakly.
“Yes, I guess you’re right. I will have to visit L.E.A.F at some point.” Alison gave Pete a look of confusion, why would he do such a thing?
“I wonder how they’re gonna react seeing you aren’t dead.” Pete laughed at the thought of the reactions of the plants at L.E.A.F Headquarters. Despite wanting to reply to him, Alison didn’t get the chance as Desmond stood in the doorway between the hall and the lounge once more, an anxious look upon his young face.
“Uh...Dad, I have something to show you.”