There was a knock at the door. Heather looked up from the book of children’s poems she was reading. It was quite early in the morning, and she wasn't expecting anyone. She walked over to open it. Smalls was standing there. He looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. His eyes were puffy and red.

“Smalls!” Heather exclaimed, pulling him inside. “You look absolutely terrible.” He sat him down on her bed.

“I’m fine, Heather.”

“No, you are not.” She was looking for her satchel.

“Heather, this is important.”

“I need to help you–”

“If you want to help,” Smalls cut in, “sit down and listen.” Heather was shocked by his authoritative tone. She walked slowly towards him and sat down.

“I’m sorry to snap at you like that, Heather,” Smalls said, apologetically. “You’re right, I’m not well. But I have to tell you…” His voice trailed off. He seemed unsure if he was doing the right thing.

“You can tell me anything,” Heather said, placing her hand on his.

“It’s Emma,” Smalls said. “Well, about our father.” He was quiet for a long time. He had seemed to find something amazing on the wall, for he was studying it intensely. Finally, Heather broke the silence.

“Your father was an amazing rabbit,” Heather said. “I’m sure–” She stopped. Smalls had finally looked at her, his eyes full of tears.

“He was,” Smalls whispered, averting his eyes once again. “But not all he did was so great. Or honorable.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I feel like you would understand, being a Longtreader.” He seemed to regret these words as soon as the escaped him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I’m confused. Your father–”

“He’s not.”

“Not what?”

“My father. Well, at least my biological one.” Heather was stunned. When she could finally speak she asked the most pressing question on, at least, her mind.

“What does that have to do with Longtreaders?” Smalls looked down at his feet.

“He had one daughter,” Smalls started. “She was very frail and only lived for two weeks. My mother, well, not my real mother, she couldn’t have any more children. So King Jupiter…” His voice trailed off.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Heather said. Smalls looked at her again.

“But I do. I love you, Heather.” He grabbed her hands. “I don’t want to keep secrets from you.” He took a deep breath and continued his story.

“King Jupiter needed heirs. So he found some children and adopted them.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“I was an orphan, but Emma wasn’t.”

“You mean…”

“King Jupiter kidnapped Emma and some of my other ‘siblings’ for his heirs.” He again hung his head in shame, as if he had done it himself. “He kept it secret from us. He told no one. He killed… Just so he could have heirs.”

Heather was shocked. She didn’t know what to say. She didn’t know what to think. She didn’t know what to do.

She didn’t know if she should believe it.

King Jupiter was a legendary king, she thought. It was mostly because of his goodness. His kind heart.

“Who told you this?” She asked.

“My mother–” He stopped himself, tears reforming in his eyes. Heather couldn’t bear seeing Smalls weep like this. And she couldn’t stop herself.

She wept.

The two rabbits sat there in a hug.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“I can get it,” Smalls volunteered. Heather nodded. She was a mess. Smalls got up and walked to the door. It was Emma and Picket, looking happy as ever. But when Emma saw Smalls, her face fell.

“Oh, goodness!” She cried. “Whatever could have happened for you to look so awful?” Smalls let out a laugh.

“It’s okay, Doctor. I’m fine.” Heather, who had washed her face and looked quite a bit more refreshed.

“He didn’t sleep well,” Heather said, not lying but not exactly telling the truth.

“That’s a relief,” Emma said. She dramatically put her hand on her hand. “I thought you had come down with something.”

“Emma,” Picket said. “Remember why we’re here…”

“Oh yeah, right. We wanted to ask if you would like to plan our wedding with us.”

“Of course I’ll help!” Heather shouted. She hugged her friend and then her brother.

“And will you be in the wedding?” Picket asked.

“Of course!”

“And Smalls,” Emma asked. “Will you walk me down the aisle? Being my closest male kin.” Smalls gave a distressed glance to Heather, quickly enough that the bride-to-be didn’t see.

“Of course,” Smalls slowly, but with a smile. “I’d be honored to.”

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You probably didn't see that coming.

I guess this is a FanFic/Theory

What do you think about #JupitersDeeds?

Too much, or not enough?😜

Part Five coming soon.

Thx @Zanni Werthison for your help!

I still need Something for Wheezie's reaction, so if y'all have any ideas

"Aw, Aint that somethin'

Drums came in you ain't seen that comin'

Heads on my head can't tell me nothing"

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