Katlana is on a role today! :D

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-DarkAngel443
Thank you! And it Mal's telling is original, and somewhat of the plot. :) Thanks for noticing though! And thanks for the review!

THANK YOU! I love hearing that people enjoy my tales. :D Glad you've been enjoying the story. :) Thanks for the review!

-mozz-girl (The Beast)
Ooh! It's really good. I haven't seen the movie, only the musical. I think it's spreading to other states too and it might be heading to Broadway. But really, it's AMAZING! I enjoyed every second of it. Even the make-out sessions. Haha, and I hate romance. :) Thanks for the review. :)

So...Nothing really changed in the time frame that Boot Camp and this were updated. :D Only the fact that I changed my doorknob and I got some stuff in my eye. :D I'm lovable! :D

Here you go, another chapter of The Legend of Le Caza! :D

After a long, hard day at work, there was nothing Mal looked forward to more than just lying on the couch, Natara next to him, and the kids on the ground, peering up at either a home movie or a family comedy. Mal wanted this day to be like that, but instead, he was ambushed by his own children.

"Daddy!" Nathan called and shoved a paper up towards Mal. "I drew you at school today!"

"Awesome job, Nate," Mal complimented and Kara approached.

"That's nothing! I drew Mommy!" she scoffed and gave Mal the picture. He smiled slightly.

"Why is Mommy dressed as a gypsy?" he asked and Kara gave him her signature scoff once more.

"Because, Daddy, Mommy is the gypsy princess!"

Mal chuckled and handed the pictures back. "Well, you two are very good artists. Now, where's Mommy? Daddy wants to talk to her."

Kara shook her head. "First, I want to hear more of the story," she pouted and Mal smirked.

"Not now, Kara-Bear," he replied and set his jacket over the couch.

"Puh-lease!" Kara begged and Mal sighed.

"Honey, not now. Dinner's almost ready and then you two need to take a bath."

"But Daddy..." Kara whined and Mal simply ignored her. He walked off and found Natara in the kitchen, chopping up vegetables.

"Hey Special Agent," Mal greeted and wrapped his arms around his wife's waist. "I missed you, today."

Natara smiled as Mal rested his chin on her shoulder. "You always miss me, Hun. And this is where you'll find me everyday after work."

Mal chuckled and kissed her cheek happily. "So, did the kids question your Gypsy Heritage?"

Natara looked back at him. "You started that? Kara's been asking me questions about gypsies all day!"

Mal chuckled once more. "Yup, that was me. You should listen to the story. It's pretty good."

Natara smiled and shook her head playfully. "How about you tell me after you set the kids down for bed."

"Sure thing. Mmm! Smells good," Mal complimented. "What has Chef Natara come up with today?"

Natara smiled. "Chicken soup. This time, only the broth is from a can."

Mal laughed. "You're brilliant Nat...But not with the stove."

Natara smiled and shrugged. "I try my hardest. Being a mom was never really in my Bucket List."

Natara finished preparing dinner and soon after, the kids had taken their baths and were lying in bed, awaiting their father's arrival. Mal strode into the room, Natara following behind.

"Okay, kids, who's ready for the epic tale of Mal and Natara's life?" he asked and the kids smiled and nodded.

"This is going to get interesting," Natara said as she sat on the edge of Kara's bed.

-C.O.D-

Mal had led Natara to his home where his mother, Angela, lived. She sat in a rocking chair in the corner of the room, rocking back and forth slowly. Her health was in bad condition; but then again, when wasn't she sick.

"Mom!" Mal called out and she looked up slightly. Her eyes traced the room and when Mal entered with a gypsy, she smiled slightly.

"Malachi, are you done tending the farm already?" she asked and Mal sighed.

"Mom...It's Mal," he whispered harshly and Natara hid her smile.

"Your given name is Malachi, and that's what I choose to call you by," Angela retorted and she slowly got to her feet. "And who might you be, Dear?"

Natara bit her lower lip as Mal replied for her.

"She's a thief...A lucky thief."

Angela raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"Lucky as in, I'm not turning her in because she was just hungry." Mal added and nodded slightly.

"You get your big heart from your father, Malachi," Angela said with a pleased grin. "What's your name, Lucky Thief, or shall I just call you that?"

"My name is Natara..." the gypsy replied quietly. "Natara Mansingh."

"As in the Mansingh Gypsy Caravan?" Angela asked. Though mostly confined in her home, all gossip, news and information about San Francisco was not kept away from her.

Natara nodded shortly. "Yes. But I am not returning," she replied. "My father...He is a heartless man."

Mal held back his cry of protest. He had known Raj for some time now and he thought he was probably the most generous man out of the entire gypsy clan.

-C.O.D-

Natara giggled softly and Mal looked over at her. "What?" he asked.

"Mal, you're such a kiss-up," she replied, smiling.

"Hey, I actually like your father, Nat. He's a cool man," Mal replied. "Grandpa Mansingh is a good man, guys," he informed his kids.

"Grandpa Mansingh is never home," Natara added. "Anyway, continue with your story, Senor Butt-Kiss."

Mal raised an eyebrow at Natara's insult and smiled. "Such dirty words coming from a very pretty mouth." He turned towards his kids. "Mommy's a potty-mouth."

"Mommy!" Kara scolded. "Those aren't nice words!"

Natara laughed.

"Okay Mal, you've infected their minds. Let's get at least five more minutes of the story in before bed-time, alright?"

Mal nodded. "Anyway..."

-C.O.D-

"Well," Angela said with a generous smile. "You're welcome to stay here for the night or until things are sorted out. In fact, you can have Malachi's room."

Mal's jaw dropped slightly. "My room? Mom!"

"You sleep on the couch half of the time anyway," Angela responded. "Make yourself at home, Natara. Dinner should be ready soon, right Malachi?"

Mal sighed heavily. "Yes, Mother." Angela smiled as Mal moved himself into the kitchen, beginning the tedious process of making dinner.

-C.O.D-

"And that is where we'll stop," Mal said. Kara and Nathan began whining, but Natara stopped them.

"Now, now," she said, "If you guys go to sleep now, maybe Daddy will begin the story earlier tomorrow."

Mal nodded to confirm Natara's words.

"Yup!" he said with a grin.

"Oh, alright," Nathan sighed and he pulled his blankets over his body. "Good night, Mom...Dad!"

Mal chuckled and ruffled his son's hair. "Good night, Nate." He walked over to Kara and kissed her cheek. "Good night, Kara-Bear."

"Night, Daddy. I love you," she said sweetly and instantly dozed off. Natara quickly tucked her in and walked out of the room, Mal following behind.

"Seriously though," Natara said with a smile, "Most generous gypsy of the clan?"

"You can't criticize a genius, Mrs. Fallon," Mal replied and wrapped his arms around her waist. "Why don't we go into the living room for a bit. I found this great romantic comedy at the store the other day and we haven't had a chance to watch it, yet."

Natara laughed. "Look at you, Mal. Having kids has made you into a big softie."

Mal smiled. "You know it."