Scipio had been in love with Hornet for a long time, but the only problem was, she was dating Prosper. Scipio sighed to himself as he watched Hornet and Prosper dance around in the rain. If he really loved her then he would have to let her go. P

'Scipio, come and dance with us!' Hornet cried. Scipio stood up, placed his mask on his head and jumped onto the roof of the shed as if he was a cat. P

'Does he always have to spoil the fun?' Hornet asked, returning her gaze to Prosper.

'No, because he just doesn't have a sense of humour.' Posper smiled and bent down and kissed Hornet. Hornet deepened the kiss before returning to the Stella soaking wet with Prosper.

Later that evening Hornet, Prosper, Bo, Mosca and Riccio were all sitting at the table eating cakes and drinking grape juice when suddenly a fighure in black dropped through the ceiling. Everyone screamed.

The figure turned around and everyone relaxed when they saw Scipios handsome features.

'Looks like the theif lord has returned.' Riccio smiled. Everyone laughed but Hornet. She was studying Scipio's features. She had never really noticed how handsome he really was/

'Yeah, yeah whatever.' Scipio mumbled and he threw himself into a red cinema chair and kicked off his shoes and layed his hair back.

'Hey Scip, are you OK?' Mosca asked. There was no answer. Everyone looked at their "leader". He looked as pale as death and he was shivering a bit.

'Hornet! Make him better!' Bo cried and Hornet ran straight up to her magical medicine cabinate and then ran over to him.

'Scip? Scip are you OK?' Hornet asked as she felt his forehead.

'Curse this damn rain.' Scipio coughed.

'Thief Lord, looks like you have to stay in bed for a bit.' Hornet smiled.

'I can't, how are all you guys gonna survive?!' Scipio cried.

'We'll manage Scip.' And Hornet gently pushed Scipio back down onto the seat and motioned for everyone to go away.

'Hey, Caterina?'

'Scip, you promised that you'd never say or tell anyone my real name!' Hornet hissed.

'Sorry, I was going to tell you that it's a lovely name.'

Hornet shifted around uncomfortably in her seat. 'Um, thankyou.'

'I really think you should call yourself that instead of Hornet.'

'You don't like ornet?'

'Of course I do! Look, I'm really tired can't I just sleep?'

'Sure, go ahead, just take this medicine.' Hornet sighed and poured the pink stolen liquid into his mouth.