A/N-This will be my main story from now on. I will also be doing a series of commissioned one-shots. I'm sorry I haven't been very active on FanFiction and have not updated any of my other stories, but I have been exceptionally busy. I'm very excited to see a lot of new NaTM fanfictions and many new authors. I went to see the third movie today and was pleasantly surprised. This story does not really have a timeframe, but most aspects of the second movie will be ignored. Please enjoy and review to tell me what you like/slash don't like. (In this story Nicky is 15, also Quilla means "feather").

Chapter 1- Quilla!

Larry Daily had just come home from work and was looking forward to a long nap when his cellphone rang. Looking at the caller ID he realized it was his sister and hurriedly answered.

"Hello," came the voice over the line, "This is Veronica, your sister."

"Hey," said Larry, "I haven't heard from you in a while. How are you, Quilla, and Craig doing?"

"Pretty good," came the reply, "How are you doing? I'm terribly sorry things didn't work out with Erica."

"I'm okay." Larry answered.

"Well, I was just thinking, Quilla and Nicky are about the same age, but they've never really seen each other much, and well…" she paused for a moment, "Craig and I are taking 10 week-long vacation to the Caribbean this summer and Quilla is dead-set against going. I just thought that maybe, just maybe she could visit you this summer."

"Sure, why not?" said Larry. The last time he had seen Quilla was when she had been a tiny baby. "Just let me know when to pick her up from the airport."

Today was May 29, and Quilla would be arriving in America in just seven hours. Larry had told the museum about her last night and they had all agreed to let her in on the secret. Everyone was excited to meet her and even Nicky acted enthusiastic (whether or not it was just because he was out of school Larry couldn't decipher). At three o' clock Larry and Nicky piled into a taxi and headed for the airport. Victoria had said that Quilla would be arriving at Gate B12 at 3:25, and the last thing Larry wanted to be was late.

They got to the airport at quarter past three and high-tailed it down to Gate B12, getting there just in time to see Quilla make her way off the plane.

She had a confident air about her and she walked with a poised stride. She lime green Hunter boots with Hudson skinny jeans, a gray sweater and a hunter green raincoat. She carried a small gray patent leather purse and her dark brown hair was pulled into a French braid at the side of her head. Lime green headphones were wrapped around her neck along with a scarf depicting a British flag.

Larry and Nick helped Quilla get her baggage and chatted about her life in England.

"So, do you like history?" Larry inquired.

"It's okay," replied Quilla, "Well, I mean, our history teacher is quite brill, but it's still not my favorite subject."

"That's okay," interjected Nicky. "I didn't like history for the longest time, too."

Larry hailed a taxi and took Nicky and Quilla back to his apartment.

"This is where you will be sleeping. Feel free to get a snack and make yourself at home," Larry told Quilla.

"Brill."

Later that evening Nicky walked into Quilla's room. He sat down on the floor beside her and looked at the screen of her computer.

"So, you know, about tonight…"

"Yes?" Quilla looked confused.

"Well, my dad has a job as the night guard at the Museum of Natural History, and I know, it sounds boring," said Nicky, "But you should really consider coming because a bunch of my friends will be there…"

"Wicked…I'll be there! Should I dress up?"