A/N: This story will be made with character POV in mind, so if any switch in character will be announced in bold. That said, this story mostly revolves around the Grayson's. More specifically, Owen Grayson. We'll know more about him soon! Don't expect any shipping, unless you want to squint and anyway, there will be hints. The genre included are Family, Adventure, Humor, Drama and...well…I guess that's all. With that, let's begin!

Owen's POV

(Claire went ahead this morning and decided to try something new out of the cookbook when the doorbell rang.

"Who could that be?" she thought ask she headed towards the door, "Oh it's you Owen. What brings you here at this hour?")

"Stop narrating me, Grayson. I'm trying to make this perfect."

I just had to smirk at her counter argument. "I'm trying to make this perfect, she says". I know deep within my mind that despite her athletic status in her school, she is no way good in cooking. Having that magic touch of 'just' burning the skin of anything is her unique specialty. But I had to give her credit, if she actually focused on cooking hard enough, it actually will turn out good. "Probably still not up to Serah's level, though."

"Did you and Serah get into an argument?" I began talking as I got my hands on a fork and knife that were lying too close to the edge of the cooking counter where I was sitting. Despite me not being here for several years, she still does the same thing to apologize to Serah. Like Mr Estheim said, old habits are hard to ignore. She grimaced at me, or at less that's what I assume. It's hard to tell when her back was facing me. As I placed the utensils by my sides while slipping of the table to move to the side of her, I offered to help.

Claire pointed a finger to the potatoes in the sink, "Help me peel them." I just made a face and did what I was told. "Maybe I structured the question wrongly" I thought to myself as I started peeling, "I actually meant to help you with the trouble you and Serah got into." Claire kept quiet gently stirring the sauce for the pasta. Oh Etro's mercy, I could just tell that she was hoping I would shut up. She should have known my character from back then, she knows that I wasn't that kind of guy.

During that whole time, I kept asking the same question. Claire moved me around the kitchen with instructions and to 'help' ready the table until it was almost 5pm. Sensing her rather obvious aura of not wanting me around, I reluctantly left.

I had nowhere else to go at that time so I headed home when I bumped into a plastic bag with legs. One person came to mind immediately, Serah. How could I tell? The pink hair.

The first thing I noticed about her was that she was carrying a big plastic bag. It didn't look heavy, although it was awkward looking in the arms of the child. Since she was carrying it in her arms, blocking her view, for giggles, I just had to stand in her way. Expectedly, she bumped into me. Thankfully, she caught herself before she fell.

"I'm sorry! Please excuse me!" she spoke up in a cute, hurried voice. I replied with a huge sigh, enough for Serah to identify me. "Owen!" she chirped up happily as she recognized the sigh.

"So how was the trip?" I smiled as I spoke down to the relatively tiny girl, "And what's in the bag?" I tried to take a peek but Serah just moved it away from my prying eyes and with a small smile said, "It's for Lightning."

We spoke some more, concerning the Sunleth Waterscape, as we started walking. Serah didn't know that I knew about the fight she had with her sister. I hoped my little gift that I had bought back, would make it better between them.

Lightning's POV

As that idiot left, I felt relief and sad that he had left without saying goodbye all those years ago. He was a good guy but he had left for Etro's knows where for 3 whole years. "I have to stop thinking about that. He's back, I should be glad" I shook the thought out of my head and tried to focus on anything else. The clock. It showed 5.12. Am or pm? Stupid analog clock! I had to cool my head immediately. The amount of time left me at least an hour and a half before Serah got back, that's when I decide, a bath would do me good. As I headed upstairs, I started reminiscing a nicer time in the past when I enjoyed having Grayson around to help with the chores. Now, I just get angry at him.

"I should get clean up." I said out loud to distract myself from those memories.

As I was about ready to jump into the bath, I started, once again, to think about the day. Lazily, my thoughts started to drift towards Grayson again.

"He is a good guy. But he plays too much" I started thinking as I dunked myself in the bathtub, truly a sanctuary for me. He was always like that, goofing around and never acting his age, hard to tell if he was actually like that or just acting like he wasn't 5 years older. Then a thought suddenly burst through my head "Why did he come back?"

Then the telephone rang.

Emilie's POV

"I hope someone's home."

I sat there with both of my hands on the phone as I pressed it to my ear, hoping someone would pick up. Owen had left the house since early morning and hadn't bothered to tell me where he went. "Sometimes he really acts like me when I was young." I just had to reminisce about those days.

A cackle came from the phone at that moment, and then came a voice, "Hello?"

Claire's…no…Lightning's voice came on, "Hi, Light. I was wondering whether Owen passed by you today?"

A long pause followed. I could tell she was apprehensive on giving me information, it always either led to Light being in trouble or Owen himself. "Umm…he helped me with dinner just now. But he just left, so he should reach home shortly."

Her voice sounded faded, almost sad. But she was an independent girl, I had to try my best to plead to child services to keep her and her sister in their home. Lightning tried her best to solve it herself and even tried to stop me from helping. Thank goodness then, I chose to secretly help with the bills, at least until she turned 21.

"Mrs Grayson?" Oh, I must have wondered off. "Oh…um, thank you, Light. Have a pleasant night."

"You too as well, Mrs Grayson."

"Such a nice girl." A little strong-headed at times but she definitely needs it for what she's been through. I put down the phone, relieved that my son would return soon but something compelled me to head on over to the Farron's house.

Serah's POV

Owen and I walked on until we reached the beach. "Umm…I know it's only been two days since you got back, but are you lost?" I just had to asked, concerned. Owen gave me an easy glance and replied "No, I got a gift I wanted to pass to you and I thought this place would work okay since it's your favourite place." I started feeling a swelling heat in the cheeks. "He still remembers!" I thought, excited at the prospect of both alone time with Owen and a present.

Owen continued walking on as I followed closely behind. Light was calling him a "woman-hugger" when he disappeared 3 years ago. Still don't know what it means but I was still confused about Owen's disappearance. But right now wasn't the time to dwell on sadness, I have Owen back.

"Smiling to yourself is kinda creepy." I opened my eyes to a bemused smile of Owen smiling down on me. "Oh no, distract him, distract him." I started thinking for a change in topic. "So, where's my gift?" I finally asked while trying to shift my thoughts to guessing what it could be.

"It's here, Come on." We headed into a sort of seaside bar which despite the time was quite packed, with young people mostly.

"Yo, Gared!" Owen shouted from the entrance. The person behind the counter spun around to greet us back, "Yo, Owen! I see you got a date." Gared joked. That comment took me off guard and caused me to blush at the comment. Owen, who I could see had noticed, just smiled at me and ruffled my hair mouthing "He's just joking."

As we made our way through the crowd towards the counter, "Anyway, you still keeping those boxes safe?" Owen inquired, "Sure, sure. You want them now?" and without waiting for the answer, he disappeared behind the counter and bought up an ordinary box. "Thanks." Owen said as he opened the box. I was close behind him holding my breath, hoping I would get to see the present. "Not until I get you back home, alright." He said as he closed the box.

"Aww! You gonna make the little lady wait?" Gared called out to him as he headed to the exit. Owen turned and grinned, "You think I wanna let the punks in here catch a glimpse of Serah's special gift?"

I was feeling pretty down when Owen wouldn't want to give me the present right then and there, but felt a renewed surge of joy when I was indirectly told that the present was especially for me and had to hurry after Owen, as he left out the door. Feeling like I was forgetting something, I ran back and thanked Gared for taking care of my present, then ran off to catch up with Owen.

Owen's POV

"So you manage to get any nice photos while you were there?" I asked the young Serah, "Yeah! It was so beautiful especially when we were walking near the cliff then a few birds flew by, it was like a wonderland!" she paused to catch her breath, "But I didn't really got that picture, but I got one with a Scalebeast and I thought it was enough to remember my time there." She said as she turned to smile at me. Scalebeasts? God! I hate those armoured lizards!

I smiled back. But now was not the time to dilly dally, I felt that I was late for something but I just didn't know what. As we hurried along, I caught a glimpse of the Farron's front yard.

Claire was standing there, arms crossed and a scowl across her face, most probably for Serah and me respectively. I would have thought up an excuse but beside her stood my mother with her palm together. "Crap. I made mom worried." It probably wasn't too hard to tell why. I was mostly a filial son while I was growing up, so when I left, mom was slightly distraught. She didn't really have anyone else other than the two sisters to take care of. Taking care of people, a favourite habit of hers for some reason.

I started with a generic, "Umm…hi?" Clearly, Claire was not amused. She was never amused at sarcasm. It was really hard to humor a girl who acts older than me.

"Both of you took your own sweet time, didn't you?" Claire asked as she glared at me with those eyes of her. She used to smile a lot, at least around me back then. Now though, not so much. "Sorry, Light. But I ran into Owen and he bought me around and got me a present." Despite Serah's best effort, she continued glaring at me. "What? What did I do wrong?" It would have taken something out of science-fiction to be able to send my thoughts to her right now.

"Umm…let's all head inside, okay?" Nice save, mom.

Emilie's POV

I had sense a strong feeling of hate from Light and decided that everyone needed to sit down and maybe eat. Thank goodness then that I didn't arrive a little later. If not, I wouldn't have known about the extravagant meal Light had created.

I held the door open for everyone else, Light waited by the door with me until Serah went in and as Owen moved past me, he mouthed, "Close call". Cheeky child, just like his dad. I closed the door behind us as everyone was made their way into the dining room. The table was exactly seated for four. I remembered the table as the place I had more than a few dinners with the Farron's even before they even had Light.

We all sat down and began to dig in. I sat beside Owen while he faced Light. By now, I could tell that whatever anger she had, it was definitely directed towards Owen. Him being him, he was busy talking across to Serah and averting Light's gaze. Light caught me looking at her and her eyes fell to the meal Owen had placed on her plate. Despite him going missing on them for 3 years for his job as a soldier for Eden, he still remembers to take care of the people he loves. I started smiling as I ate, "This really is turning into quite the reunion."