A/N: I'm not sure which one of you yahoos decided I was a good writer and asked me for more, but now I guess I have to oblidge. This is set a few years after the original story and is here purely for humor. It's mostly about what Courtney has to deal with now that she's almost officially part of Duncan's family. Namely; Damien.

6 years later

"Hey Court, Min felt it kick!" called Nels from the other room. Courtney beamed and dropped the spoon she was using to stir, leaving the cooking for Lorraine. She swiftly untied her apron and threw it onto the nearest surface that just happened to be Brent. He chuckled and swiped it off his face.

As soon as the door swung closed behind Courtney, the closet that held cleaning supplies opened and Damien crawled out, trying to look stealthy. But that was ruined whan a bunch of supplies rained down on the floor after him. He sighed dramatically and pushed it all back into the closet.

He 'snuck' up to the cookie dough that Courtney had been working on moments before. Lorraine didn't care if you sampled her cooking, but if Courtney caught you taste testing before it was finished, you were likely to get hit with a rolling pin, or wooden spoon and you wouldn't hear the end of it for days. Rodney figured that out the hard way. So to advoid this, Damien had been trying to do it without being caught, which he had yet to succeed in.

Damien's eyes were bright as he gazed upon the cookie dough. He raised one finger and dipped it into the sticky substance. He stuck it into his mouth and savored the taste. It was delicious and light and fluffy. He tasted two types of chocolate, marshmallows and something crunchy. Damien was in heaven. Courtney squealed from outside. Damien took that as his cue to get away from the counter before she came in and suspected he was up to something. He sat down in the chair next to Brent as the door swung back open and Courtney came in, smiling her hundred watt smile.

Damien, trying to look innocent looked around the table full of stuff. Brent caught his eye with a signature smirk. 'What?' Damien mouthed. Brent's smirk grew as he pointed to the corner of his mouth. Damien quickly swiped the little leftover away and sat there innocently, like he hadn't done anything worth getting hit over.

Courtney went back over to the counter and started putting little clumps of cookie dough on the cookie sheet. still adorning the smile that could brighten any room. "Lorraine, when is Duncan coming back?" Courteny asked as she put the cookies in the oven to bake. After all, it was the night before Christmas and Duncan, his father and Rodney, still weren't home.

Lorraine shook her head with a smile and a roll of the eyes. "Courtney, how many time do we have to go over this? I insist you call me mom." she said sternly. She had been trying to get Courtney tp call her that forever so it would be like she was just as much part of the family as anyone else in the house. Everyone else called her mom, and she wanted Courtney to as well. "And to answer your question, I don't know where they are or when they're coming back. We have you now. Usually the men would be going to pick up something that was forgotten before, but I don't think we forgot anything this year." She shrugged

Courtney laughed. "I don't even call my own mother mom, it wouldn't feel right if I called you mom and we weren't related. I mean, I call my mother Jean and my real dad died a while ago, only to be replaced by Scott. I just don't think I could call you mom with a right mind set, sorry Lorraine."

While the two women chatted idly, Damien was turning slightly red and he was scratching his arm. Brent looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "You okay, dude?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'm just a little hot, I think I'm going to go sit in the living room where there aren't so many cooking appliances." he said, getting up and going to the other room.

Both women slowly looked back at Brent. At seeing he looked just as confused as they did, Courtney turned to Lorraine. "Did you know he knew the word Appliance?" she asked.

"No I didn't, and he knew the meaning of it too." she said, looking amazed at the swinging door that he had just walked through. "Maybe we should take his temperature, he did say that he was hot." Lorraine said, trying to find a reasonable excuse as to why Damien had actually been intelligent for a second.

Courtney glanced over at the woman and nodded then looking back at Brent. "Did you know he could say that?" she asked.

"Nope, I didn't know the worm understood any words bigger than switchblade. Now I know something's seriously wrong with him. He got confused when you said you were going to play pool. He kept telling me it was too cold to go to the pool." Brent slapped his face. "I've so got to stop hanging around the worm." he said.

The front door banged open and Courtney was about to go see who it was when she heard the twins talking about what a great time they had ice skating. Courtney was starting to get anxious. They'd been gone for a few hours. And Duncan hadn't called her. He always called her.

Courtney was in charge of all the baking and Lorraine was in charge of the two dinners so Courtney and Lorraine both had to get back to work, but they were both still contemplating Damien's sudden bout of intelligence and the absence of the three men. A 52 year old man, a 28 year old man and a 26 year old man were all missing and had yet to call. It was kind of hard to worry about them because two of them were cops and one was, well, Duncan, but Courtney had managed to create a bazillion images in her mind that resulted in one or all of them hurt.

Courtney hadn't realized she was mixing the cake batter really hard until Lorrain stilled her. Courtney looked up at the kind woman. "They're okay Courtney." she said in her most soothing voice. Courtney wanted to believe it, but she couldn't until she saw them, or they at least called and confirmed it themselves.

Courtney went back to baking and a few minutes later, the phone rang. Lorrain went to answer it, wiping her hands on her apron all the way. She picked it up. "Markson residence, Lorraine speaking." There was a brief pause. "Okay, see you soon." She hung up and turned to Courtney. "They got stuck in traffic, but they'll be home in a few minutes." she said.

Courtney sighed in relief and went back to her baking, the smile returning to their face. "I wonder why they didn't invite Nels, Damien or me." he said.

"Well, they obviously didn't want any of us to know, so that's why Damien couldn't go. I guess they couldn't bring their wives or girlfriends because Lorraine and Sydney are still here as am I, the girlfiend, so that's why Nels couldn't go; he'd have to leave his pregnant wife behind, and I'm guessing they left you behind because you've gotten on Rodney and Duncan's case recently and they didn't want to fight right now." Courtney said, having thought all of this out earlier when she asked herself the same question.

Brent shrugged in a non-comitted fashion. "It could happen." he said, though he sensed that she had hit it right on the spot, she knew Duncan so well.

The front door banged open again, adn three very male, and very recognizable voices rang through the house. "Sorry we're late, we had a bit of last minute Christmas shopping." said Martain, Duncan's father.

Brent got up and went through the swinging door that led to the living room, a sly smile on his face that rightly worried Courtney. "Hey, Dunc, you worried the living daylights out of Court." he shouted to his younger brother.

"What kind of man uses the term 'living daylights'?" Duncan asked, defending his girlfriend.

There was no response and as Courtney put the chocolate into the cake mix, a pair of arms snaked around her waist and picked her up. She giggled. "Put me down Rodney." she laughed. She would recognize the watch his wife had given him anywhere. He spun her around, making her laugh even more.

"Say uncle." he commanded her as he held her up. She was about to say it when he said, "Wait, wait, wait, wait. I changed my mind. Say Aunt Courtney." He had a sly grin on as he waited for it to sink in.

She looked up at him from where he was hanging her side ways. "No way." she said in the voice that said, 'If you are messing with me, you will die a most bloody death.' She knew that Rodney and Sydney wanted children, but had yet to succeed.

He nodded happily. "Yep, and apparently Syd's already five months along. I could go grab that nasty little test if you want proof, but I already had to wash my hands about seven times. " he said. "Is that really the only instant way to tell if you're pregnant?" he asked her sideways form. "Because I find that beyond disgusting."

"Sorry Rodney, but yes." she said. "Could you put me down now?" she asked him. Her neck was starting to hurt because she had to angle it to see his face and that was putting strain on it.

"Yeah, sorry." he looked like he wanted to say something else, but was repressing the urge.

Another set of arms snaked around her now. "Hey, Gorgeous, miss me?" Duncan asked, his breath tickling her ear.

She giggled and turned around to kiss him. "Where were you?" she asked him, putting her arms around his neck.

"Well, Rodney told you the news. He wanted us to come help him pick up some things for Sydney. Then dad realized he had forgotten something he wanted to get for mom, so we had to go to another store for that, and it was pretty far. And on the way back we got stuck in traffic." He shrugged. "Not a big deal." he said.

She smiled and kissed him again. "Dinner's almost ready. Go wash up." she told him, untangling his arms from around herself, and turning around to get the cookies from the oven and put the cake in.

"Yes ma'am," he purred seductively from behind her.

There was a sound of someonecoughing a little and then a crash. Then a collective "Oh my God," Both Duncan and Courtney walked into the living room. Damien was just standing up, his face was swollen and he had hives all over him. Courtney put a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh. Duncan didn't even bother. "Dude, did you eat a peanut or something, you look horrible." Duncan said before doubling over laughing.

Lorraine was already handing him something that would reverse the allergy. Courtney stopped for a second and then laughed twice as hard. "You ate some of the cookie dough didn't you?" she asked him through her laughter.

He nodded. "What the hell'd you do to me?" he asked, though his face was swollen so it sounded kind of funny.

"Those were peanut butter cookies. And I could have told you that it you hadn't taken some without my permission." she laughed and Damien's face eventually returned to normal size. Brent kept offering him cookies as a joke.

Courtney picked up her jacket and said, "I'll come by early tomorrow for breakfast and presents." she said happily, as she wrapped her scarf around her neck.

Duncan stood in front of the doorway. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked, blocking her path.

"Um, home." she said, trying to push past him. He wouldn't budge. "Duncan, I need to get home, or else I won't be able to wake up early enough to get here on time." she said, trying to convince him to let her past.

A sly smirk plastered itself on his face. "You won't have to if you're already here." he said. He swooped her up and used a fireman's carry to get her upstairs to his room. He set her down on the bed and went to lock the door. She tried to push past him again, but he pinned her to the bed.

"Duncan," she laughed loudly. "I really have to get home."

"Trust me Princess, you're not going anywhere."

The next morning, Courtney got up out of Duncan's bed. She had a few clothes stashed over here, but she didn't have a robe, so she took one of the two Duncan owned. This one had a skull and crossbones embroided across the soft, black material, but she wouldn't have it any other way. She went down stairs stealthily and grabbed two pans from a cabinet. She went back upstairs and started banging them. Nels and Min had taken over the basement as sleeping quarters until the paint in their appartment dried so they probably heard it, but it wasn't loud enough to scare the crap out of min, who could pop any day now.

There was a series of groans and a few thumps. Brent came out shirtless and with severe bed head. "Courtney?" he asked. "Could you give it a rest? I'm trying to get some sleep." Several others opened their doors and had similar requests.

"Maybe you guys are forgetting it's Christmas." she said, crossing her arms and huffing. Many peoples eyes brightened at this. There was a series of doors closing and shuffling behind them, presumably people scrambling to find their slippers and robes.

She smirked. Now it was time to wake Duncan up specially. She went back into the room and looked at his sleeping form. He looked so peacful. She smiled evily; not for long. She grabbed a cup off the night stand that had previously contained water. She opened the window and poured what was left of the liquid outside. She could hear the thumping of people running down the stairs, now in a hurry to open presents. She and Duncan were on the third floor. She scooped up some of the snow that had gathered on the roof near the window. With the jerk of her wrist, the icy slush flew onto Duncan's back and she dropped the cup to cover her ears. He yelled, and she could hear laghter coming from down stairs. He got up, brushing the stuff that had already started to melt off his back. He glared at Courtney. "That was cruel." he said.

She giggled. "That was neccesary," she pointed out. Duncan was a very hard sleeper; not much woke him up, except say, ice on his back. That worked.

He frowned, but shrugged agreeingly. "Courtney, Duncan, get down here before we open the presents without you." Damien yelled from downstairs.

Courtney replied with, "We'll be down in a sec-ahhhh." Duncan scooped her up in his arms and started running down the two flights of stairs. "If you drop me, I will kill you." she threatened, eyes closed.

"Ye of little faith." Duncan said in a disappointed voice. "I'm not going to drop you, and we're almost there. And true enough, when she opened her eyes, they were just going through one of the many doors that led to the living room.

He set her down on the couch and Nels handed her one of her gifts. She recieved many things from recipe books to jewelry. When everyone was almost done with their presents, Nels and Rodney handed her two identical boxes at the same time. They glared at each other as Courtney took both boxes and set them in her lap. They were both white boxes but Nels ribbon was blue, while Rodney's was pink. She decided to open Rodney's first. She carefully pulled the ribbon off and opened the box. In it was a little card that was folded over. She opened the card and it said,

Jackson Micheal Anwell

Will you be his God mother?

Courtney gasped and teared up. "Yes, yes, yes a thousand times yes. Thank you Nels." she hugged her friend and tried to wipe her eyes. She looked at the second box that Rodney had given her. "You didn't." He smiled at her in a sly fashion. "You so did!" She opened the second box and there was another card. She opened it and said,

Lauren Courtney Markson

Will you be her God mother?

She teared up again and hugged Rodney. "Of course I will be!" she exclaimed. She couldn't remember the last time she had been so happy. She was now going to be the godmother of two beautiful babies. And the only present she had left was from Duncan. Who was digging behind the couch for some odd reason. "Duncan?" she asked.

"One second, Princess, I dropped it back here on accident." he said. He resurfaced a second later with a pretty good sized box and handed it to her.

She opened it and inside were... knee socks. Lots of knee socks with interesting designs on them. But she did love knee socks. "Thank you Duncan." she said, hugging him. "I love them." She hugged a neon pink and green stripes pair to his chest.

"That's not all." he told her with a smirk. "Shake the blue and purple plaid pair." She looked at him skeptically. Shake socks? He saw the look she was giving him. "Just do it." he sighed.

She shook the socks and a necklace came out. The necklace was the letters D and C attatched to one another. They were encrusted with white diamonds and it was beautiful. She looked up at him with a beam. "That's not all." he repeated. But this time he didn't command her to shake a pair of socks. No, this time, he got up himself and kneeled down in front of her. "Courtney Ann Lebanon, I've loved you since the moment I set eyes on you. You were like the sun that lit up my world and when you were gone, I stumbled around in the dark, blinded. You make me the happiest I've ever been and I find myself unable to wait until you get back to me everyday. I don't want to have to wait for you anymore. I want you to be there, every morning when I wake up. I want to be around you as much as possible. Courtney, would you marry me?" He took out a little black box that was covered by black silk and opened it. Inside rested ring that had five diamonds. The one in the center was in the shape of a heart and had to smaller diamonds coming off each side. To say it was magnifficently beautiful would be an understatement.

Her eyes welled up with tears again and she launched herself at Duncan. "Yes I'll marry you!" she yelled. She kissed him hard and passionately.

"Well, I think we're all jealous of Courtney's presents right about now." Kennedy said and everyone else agreed.

Courtney pulled her face away from Duncan's and she blushed. "Did anyone else have a good Christmas?" she asked. And everyone threw a pillow at her.

She and Duncan sat back on the couch and he slipped the ring onto her finger. "I did," he told her. "You agreed to be my wife, I'm the happiest man on earth right now." he kissed her.

"Guys, guess what we're having for breakfast!" Damien yelled. Most people had forgotten that he was even there with all the excitement. He had been pretty quiet for him all morning. "Cinnamon Rolls!" he ran around the room, whooping in utter happiness and joy. He even did a cartwheel which no one in the room had previously known he was capable of doing.

Duncan looked at Courtney. "Well, maybe the second happiest."

A/N: Alright, I wrote this because I thought it would be funny. I know you guys are all probably pissed because it took me so long to write this, but technically, I don't write for fanfiction anymore, but have decided to take up writing one and two-shots for my small fanbase. So tell me what you think. Good? Bad? Do you all think I should be thrown in a fiery pit for my sucktastic writing too? Cause I do. Alright, review, laugh at me, do whatever. Jassy out!

-Jasper1006