Disclaimer: see chapter 1
Chapter 2
Don shut the door slowly, making as little noise as possible. If he woke everyone up now, he'd never hear the end of it. He put the milk in the fridge, before moving into the living room. The kid was still up, a small shape on the sofa, watching TV.
"Anything good on?"
"Not really." The kid replied, eyes on the screen.
Don placed a box and a bag next to the kid.
"Pizza and DVD's. Don't wake anyone up, get rid of the pizza box before morning."
The kid looked away from the TV, lifting the pizza lid and searching through the movies.
"Thanks."
Don shrugged.
"Just don't let Charlie watch Ghostbusters. He gets annoyed by the ghost traps."
Later...
Charlie smiled when he looked in to the kitchen. His father was busy, teaching the older kids how to cook. Tonight's menu was meatloaf and Charlie hoped it would taste better than last nights spaghetti. The salt and sugar were now very clearly labelled. Kitty, turning towards the cupboard, waved at him. He waved back. Their father had been dubious, when Charles's students turned up, but Alan Eppes watched the news and he wasn't stupid. Charlie knew his dad had certain questions, he also knew they would remain unasked. For the time being, at least. In the meantime, they cleaned up after themselves, weren't overly noisy and knew more about cars than he had at that age. And if they were currently the closest thing to grandchildren he'd be getting for a while, well, that was just a perk.
End chapter 2.
Please reveiw, this is my first written-alone fic.