A/N: Ok so 1. I've been grounded (how grown up of me I know). And 2. I've had writers block so I'm gonna see where this fic takes me. Please don't send me dead fish in my mail or at all for that matter if this story isn't my usual basket of cupcakes (metaphor for good writing, you're not literally getting a basket of cupcakes you sugar vultures!) For those of you few new comers (n00bs if you will) this is an add on to my other killjoy fics if you have not read them none of any of the following chapters will make a lick of sense to you. Sorry but you've got three fics to catch up on (Total: 39 chapters) so sucks to be you. You are not blamed if you do not read them, no one will send you a dead fish….if they do…its not from me. So on with the show.

"What do you mean you're 'leaving for New York'?" Victory said switching Helena to another hip. Helena gummed a pair of plastic pair of keys. Gerard closed the refrigerator and set the baby bottle on the counter.

"Not too loud. I haven't said anything to the guys yet." Gerard said cautiously as he stuck his head out to see Frank, Ray, Boomer and Mikey on the couch and chair. They were lost in a game of retro Mario Kart. He pulled his head back in to the kitchen.

"Like as in The New York City?" Victory lowered her voice to a sharp whisper. Gerard tried not to make eye contact as he put the bottle in the high tech bottle warmer.

"I just got the call this morning." He said with his back to her. He turned keeping his eyes low, but could still feel the heat from her anger.

"Dr. Death called. He said the Company has taken over several Better Living Industries there. Batter City might have been saved but the worlds a lot bigger than our little town, Sunshine." He finally looked up. Victory's face softened a bit at being called her old nick-name. Gerard was the only one that really called her Victory, so it was moments like this that caught her off guard. He kissed the top of her head and handed the bottle to Helena.

"Ba ba ba ba" Helena cooed and took the bottle. Gerard smiled and kissed her on the head too. Victory sighed and set her down. Helena's unsteady legs wobbled into the living room.

"She's walking already." Gerard said with a grin. Victory smiled and looked up at him. It had been ten quiet months for the killjoys.

"She's a quick learner." Gerard leaned in to kiss her on the lips. Victory pulled back and put two fingers on his lips.

"You're not off the hook yet, Gerard."

He let out a sigh.

Meanwhile:

Frank took a puff on his cigarette and tilted the controller left franticly.

"Comeon-comeon-comeon!" He said with the cigarette between his lips. Puffs of smoke came out as he smoked.

Boomer chuckled darkly as she jammed her fingers on the buttons. Ray was on the edge of his seat with his fists balled up. One hand was gripped tightly around a beer.

"Come on!" he shouted spilling it as his hands shook. Mikey sat quietly sipping his beer when he noticed Helena waddle in.

"Guys…" Mikey said. He would have stood up and picked her up but a tangled mess of Nintendo cords blocked his path.

"Uh….guys….Helena's…"

"COME ONNNN!" Frank said franticly turning the controller. Helena stood there watching the TV with her bottle in her mouth. At that moment a turtle shell crashed into Maro's kart.

"WHAT! NOOO!" Frank shouted and dropped the controller. Boomer smiled and set down the remote. Helena jumped when Frank shouted. Her wobbly knees buckled and down she went. Everyone stopped and looked at Helena.

Her bottom lip trembled.

"Ah shit…" Ray said standing up.

Boomer covered her ears.

"Told ya." Mikey said squinting.

"No-no-no-no-no-no!" Frank said holding up both hands.

Helena's head tilted back.

"WWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

Within a flash Victory was in the room. She swooped up Helena into her arms.

"What. Did. You. Do?" She had the ferocity of a mamma bear. Helena buried her face in Victory's shoulder and quieted a little.

"FRANK DID IT!" Boomer, Ray, and Mikey shouted and pointed at the same time.

"Waaaat?" Frank said turning to all of them.

Gerard was standing behind her franticly making a gesture.

The cigarette! Put out the cigarette! Gerard tried to mime behind her.

"Huh?" Frank tilted his head and held up his cigarette. Ray got the message and hid his beer under the couch.

"Is that a cigarette!" Victory boomed. Frank dropped it to his side and pinched out the cherry. He winced as it singed his finger tips.

"…no…its….ah….one of those candy ones."

Victory handed Helena to Gerard.

"In case you haven't noticed there's a baby in the house!"

"But…"

"Look, I don't care if you smoke, but just do it outside." Victory said trying to calm down.

"I'm…just gonna…go pack. Gee, meet me after you're done talking to them." Victory said storming up stairs.

"Talk to us about what?" Ray said turning off the game.

"Packing?" Mikey said now standing up.

"Is she going on vacation!" Frank said overly excited.

"No Frank. I got a call from Dr. D. I guess there's been some trouble with the Killjoys in New York."

"Like The New York?" Ray said.

"Yeah. The Company set base in a few major cities. He wants us to go there and take down their base." Gerard said with a stern face.

They looked at their leader. For the first time in months he had his old bad ass look which meant business. This moment was quickly ruined by a small hand grabbing Gerard's hair.

"ow-ow-ow, let go of daddy's hair." Gerard said in a high voice.

Mikey was the first to laugh, then Frank Boomer and Ray.

"Dude, we need a bad ass vacation." Ray said trying to hold back. They all nodded in agreement.

"Yeah." Gerard said detangling himself. "Here you guys watch Helena. I'm gonna go help Victory pack. We leave day after tomorrow so make sure you're ready."

Gerard handed Helena to Frank and headed up the stairs. Frank held Helena at arm's length. Helena stuck her fingers in her mouth and drooled.

"Aaaahh, it's sticky… awww and it smells weird!" Frank said trying to extend his arms more.

"Dude, she's been around ten months and your still not use to her?" Ray said. He would have picked Helena up but it was always too funny to watch Frank struggle when he had her.

"Do I look like a nanny?" Frank snapped. Helena giggled and extended a drool covered hand towards Frank.

"Eww eww eww eww…." He got up and tried to hand her to the others.

"Frank, it's your turn man." Mikey chuckled.

"But it's gross…it smells…come on guys just take the thing."

"We'll grab her when you stop calling her an 'It', and start treating her like a baby, not a space alien." Ray smiled.

"Come on Frank." Mikey teased. "It's easy just rock her a little." He motioned.

"Toss her in the air. She loves that….lightly of course!" Ray said.

Frank tossed her lightly. Instantly she started giggling. They watched as Frank lightened his grip up a little with each toss.

"Ya know…it's not that bad….She's actually kinda cu—"

"BLAH!" White spit up covered Frank's face.

"Take it!"