A/N An AU B&W short story, there might be a few chapters, for a friend of mine. Myka and Helena leave Christina, their 15 year old daughter in charge of the ten year twins, Oscar and Charles for the weekend. No warehouse stuff, just a regular family.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of Syfy.


I was leaning back against the front door frame, my arms crossed, trying not to roll my eyes as I watched my Mum and Mom kissing the twins goodbye. The two of them scurrying between the twins, peppering them with kisses as they shrugged their coats on. Mom's large satchel slipping down her arm as she hugged Oscar, Mum busy wiping her lipstick off Charlie's cheek with the pad of her thumb.

"You boys be good for your sister while we are gone." Mom was busy saying as she readjusted her bag on her shoulder, "Christina is in charge of you two for weekend, got it?" Mom was saying as she wagged her finger between the two of them. Her eyebrows raised with that stern look on her face she only reserved for the three of us when we had any thoughts of misbehaving.

I was in awe of my Mom, how she always knew when I or the twins were even thinking about cause havoc. I had to chuckle to myself, people who know them always seem to be more afraid of Mum blowing up then Mom.

"If they only really knew who wears the trousers in this family," Mum said one night.

It was late when I had woken up, needing a glass of water, I snuck down the stairs on the eve of my twelfth birthday. Stilling myself on the landing of the stairs when I heard their muffled voices, me peeking through the railing, my hands gripping the old oak wood as I watched them.

"And who are they, Babe?" Mom whispered. My Mum sitting on Mom's lap, the look between them reminded me of the movie we had all watched earlier that night. Yes, I was only twelve, well, thirteen now that it was after midnight, but I could not help but smile, them, looking at each other the way the Beast looked at the Beauty.

'Eww' I whispered as they started to kiss, that sight was enough to cause me to scurry back up the stairs. I snuck into Mum's office, sneaking three bottles of water out of her mini fridge. Still trying to shake out the sight of them on the couch as I went into the twin's room. They both mumbled as I put the bottles of water down near them.

"Are they?" Oscar asked as he sat up, sipping the water I had brought them.

"Yup, no raiding the cookie jar tonight."

"What about Mom's stash of twizzlers?" Charles asked as he popped his head down from the top bunk bed. His shock of dark curls was as wild as his eyes as he looked at Oscar and me sitting on the bottom bunk.

"She hid them down stairs, behind 'Modern Utopia' on the bookshelf," Oscar said as he handed his bottle of water to his brother.

"Bollocks!" Charlie whispered, both of us laughing as we watched him try to drink, his head upside down as he hung over the top bunk.

"Mum will tan your hide if she hears you saying that word!" Oscar's eyes wide as his head turn to look at us.

"Mom, will tan all our hides if she catches us still awake. You two go back to sleep, I'll see you two in the morning"

"Hey, Happy birthday, Chrissy!" the twins whispered in unison as I crept out of their room. My smile as wide as the Grand Canyon as I softly clicked the door shut.

I had to cover my ears, the bottle of water gripped firmly in my left hand as I crept back to my room, the sounds wafting up from the living room 'should not be heard by my virgin ears' I huffed. 'Why did I get the strangest parents in the whole world?' I mumbled as I jumped into my bed, pulling the sheets over my head.

...

"Christina?"

"Yes ma'am?" I replied, pushing myself off the door jamb and out of my musing as my Mom came near me, pulling me then into a tight embrace as she spoke.

"You are in charge, I know you will do this family proud and look after things," my Mom whispering to me as we hugged a bit tighter. "I realize you are fifteen and want more added responsibility. So, this is your chance to prove your Mum wrong," my Mom said as she pulled back from our hug, that silly, crooked smile was on her face as she brushed my hair behind my ear.

"Don't forget your piano lesson and if you have any issues, Mr Neilson said he would …"

"Mummy?" I whined as my Mum came up behind Mom, my eyes pleading with her.

"Darling, you have expressed, on many occasion, that you felt Christina mature enough to hold down the fort and the boys, Artie has all our numbers as do Peter and Amanda. If any extra is needed, Christina and Artie know where we have extra funds stashed." Mum winking at me as she hugged Mom tighter from behind.

"We are not boys! We just turned ten" the twins huffing out in unison.

"Yes yes, my little men," Mum said as she turned to the door, holding it open for Mom.

"And I expect you two to behave as the young gentlemen that you are and listen to your older sister." Mum was saying, pulling Mom out the door.

"The book convention will be all weekend, we'll be back Sunday afternoon and … we will be checking in every hour with you!" Mom was saying. That stern look returning to her face.

"Come on 'Mother Hen'." My Mum was saying as she dragged my Mom to their car.

"We will," me smirking as I waved goodbye, eyeballing the crossed fingers the twins held behind their backs.

"There are prepared meals in the freezer and plenty of fruit on the kitchen counter, plus the PB&J with whole wheat …" my Mom's diatribe being cut short with Mum kissing Mom as she shoved her into the SUV.

"Ewww, so did not need to see that," I mumbled to myself, all of us waving as they pulled out of the drive.

"Okay, pizza, anyone?" Oscar was saying as he rubbed his hands together, all of us walking back into the house.

I turned, giving a sheepish wave to Mr Neilson, him watching the whole Norman Rockwell scene unfold from his porch as my parents drove away. His hand scratching behind Trailer's ear as he nodded, Vanessa, his wife smiling to me as he spoke.

"Call me if you need anything, Kiddo,"

"I'm not a kid," I mumbled, smiling and waving to the two of them as I headed inside.

I was grateful that my mentor was right next door, but, this was my time to shine, to prove to Mom and Mum that I was, indeed, old enough to care for this unique family of ours.

"Hey, Chrissy? Extra pineapple and ham on the pizza?" Charlie was grinning as I looked at Oscar talking to the Pizza Palace on the phone, rolling my eyes; I nodded 'yes' as I closed the door.

Poor little Pete the Ferret came rushing up my leg, us both watching as the twins raided the cabinets, paper plates, hot sauce and grated cheese were struin on the table by Charlie as Oscar was rummaging through the 'secret stash of cash'

"Is a dollar enough?"

I rolled my eyes, again, as Charlie climbed the bookshelf, grabbing Mom's stash of Twizzlers, 'The Importance of Being Earnest' and 'David Copperfield' tumbling to the carpet with the other books.

"This is going to be a long weekend,"