"What about your sister, Tony?"

"She'll be fine; she'll just think she dreamt the whole thing and just had a dizzy spell or something."

"A what spell?"

"I'll explain later, dude."

"Drew, sweetie, what happened?"

A sharpe pain hit her as soon as she heard her mother's voice. Drew opened her eyes and saw her mother's bright blue one staring back at her, worry clear in them. What the hell did happen? She had no idea; the only thing she was worried about was the throbbing in the back of her head. Drew pushed herself up on her elbows and brought one hand up to the back of her head and lightly touched it.

She hissed and pulled her hand back.

"Baby, don't touch it. I'll get some ice for it, just stay here and keep your eyes opened, okay?" Dottie brushed some of her hair back and stood up, walking down the hall and out of sight. Bob held a hand out in front of her and helped her stand. She blinked and looked into her brother's room.

"Was I laying in his doorway?"

"Out like a light, Drew." Bob frowned, glancing back at Tony, who was fast asleep. "Was he up before you passed out?" Drew rubbed her neck, sniffing. A strong sent, like a graveyard, filled her noise.

"What is that smell?"

Bob sniffed a little. "Yeah, your Mom and I smelled that too; we're gonna get Tony an air fresher."

"Do they even have those in Scotland?"

He passed her a side-glance; half glare, half amused. But he let out a soft laugh, nonetheless. "Guess we'll find out at the store tomorrow, huh, D." Bob pushed her out and shut Tony's door. "Come on, we need to get ice on that bump and you in bed."


If there was one thing Drew didn't expect when she came the next day from school, it was Tony laying in his bed with a nosebleed. Frowning, she dropped her back and went to the other side of his bed, touching his head. "What happened? Did you run into the door again?" He passed her a small glare; which just looked like a cute pout on him. Dottie sighed and checked the tissues in his nose.

"He got into a fight with the McAshton boys. Get more tissues, sweetie."

"They started it." Drew just nodded, turning her upper body to grab at the box on Tony's toy box. Taking a breath, with her hand just above the tissue, she smelled that same graveyard smell from last night.

"There's that smell again, Mom." She pulled out a few tissues, passing them to Dottie. Both Dottie and Tony sniffed.

"I don't smell anything." Tony piped in, getting a laugh from Drew.

"I wonder why, Bubby."

Tony reached up a little foot to lightly knock against her hip. Drew playfully stuck her tongue out at him, her eyes going cross eyed. Dottie smiled, replacing the tissues in Tony's nose with new ones. "You should try making friends with them, Tony."

"I already made a friend."

"You did?" Drew grinned at her mom; they had asked that in unison. Tony nodded, shifting on the bed. "Well," Dottie continued, "what's his name?" Drew leaned in, edger to ear all about her little brother's new friend. He had had trouble making them back in the States, but maybe things might be easier here in Scotland.

"His name's Rudolph."

"Rudolph? Like the reindeer?"

"Drew!" Dottie lightly hit her shoulder with the back of her hand. Drew pouted, trying her hardest to look cute and innocent. Her mother just gave her a playful glare. "Be nice; you haven't even met him yet." Dottie turned back to Tony, smiling. "You should invite him over for a sleep over, honey." Tony's voice came out a little hard, making Drew raise an eyebrow.

"I already did."

Drew shared a look with her mother; something they had been doing a lot lately. But nothing could damper the thought of Tony making a friend. As Dottie got up and left, Drew stayed and chatted with Tony for a while. Until Bob came in and announced him and Tony were going to go golfing.

She saw them off, with a wet kiss to Tony's check ("I'm too old for that, Drew!") and a grin. It's good that Dad and Tony were spending time together, Drew mused, and Tony needs some 'male bonding time'. Drew smiled, going to her room to grab her homework and spend some quality with her mom.


Something felt . . . weird.

Drew didn't know what it was, but it was keeping her from sleeping. It was just an odd feeling that something was wrong with Tony. Groaning, she threw her purple comforter off, shriving as cold air hit her bare legs. She'd regret the shorts later; right now she'd cheek on Tony. She grabbed a light pink jacket from her desk chair and put it on. Walking to her door, she paused and looked at her sneakers.

If Tony was alright, she'd go for a short walk.

After putting on the dark blue and green sneakers, she crept towards Tony's room. She paused when she heard voices – one was Tony's, but the other. . .

A flash of pale skin and dark eyes popped into her head.

How could I have forgotten about him? Drew thought, a deep frown taking place on her face. That little jerk knocked her out; she still had that stupid bump on the back of her head. Drew marched towards Tony's door, her hand on the handle.

"Only if you take me flying again."

Flying? What in the heck did that mean? Whatever it meant, it wasn't good and would most likely only get Tony (and her) in trouble.

She was the big sister, after all. It's her job to look after him.

She opened the door, ready to yell at the top of her lungs; only to pause with wide eyes. Tony had jumped out of the window – holding hands with that pale boy!

And they were flying.

As fast as she could (thank God she ran track back in California), she ran to the front door just in to time to still see Tony.

Without a second thought, she ran after them.


No Gregory yet; leading up to that.