Hey! I swear I haven't abandoned this! I've just had a small... writer's block on it. But good news, everyone! And also some bad news.

Good News: I will still be writing.

Bad News: I'll be back at school soon... hooray!

I'll write chapters and oneshots and put it all together if I don't have some sort of massive computer project in one of my three computer classes. (Or any other massive project.) But double yay! No math!

Headcannon of the chapter and the rest of the story: Fiske is a huge nerd and loves things like puzzles and space adventure shows.

The room he was currently in was cold, and the chair he was sitting in was starting to hurt. It had been a half an hour and Fiske was bored out of his mind. He had tried to listen to the social worker as she explained his niece and nephew's situation to him - he cut most of it out because he knew what was going on - she had gone onto how they were doing in the orphanage. Always sticking with each other, hiding in the corners or their room to get away from the other kids and they hardly spoke a word.

"So that's how they're doing. I would tell you more but they haven't done much." The social worker, Ms. Smith said with a small smile, "It really is an awful situation that they're in, I hope they feel better soon, Miss Cahill."

Grace smiled "Don't worry. I know my brother. He's a good guy and I'm sure there'll be no trouble."

"I've never really done this before s-so I really would like you to stay a few nights... hehe..." Fiske chuckled nervously to himself and blushed.

"Aww my baby brother!" Grace grinned at him, she wasn't a sap but the thought of her brother adopting kids - especially if they were his niece and nephew - made her heart melt.

"Grace!" Fiske groaned and looked away.

Ms. Smith chuckled. "I'll get them." She said while turning towards the door that lead outside to the playground.

Fiske and Grace both looked out the window. There were several children outside including Amy and Dan. They were sitting together watching the other kids play, not really wanting to join in. They only looked up when Ms. Smith called for them.

"Amy, Dan, your grandmother is here! Oh! And your uncle!" Fiske shuddered and Grace eyed him.

"What now?" She asked with a sigh.

"They wont remember me!" He half hissed, half whispered to Grace, "I visited Hope and Arthur two years ago. Dan was still a baby and Amy was too young to remember anything! They'll have no idea who I am!"

"Oh, don't worry about it." Grace smiled at him and then frowned, "You had so much confidence back then!"

"I was fourteen! And let's not forget the fact I was with a Vesper!"

Amy and Dan had run inside when they saw Grace. "We'll talk about that later, Fiske. For now, let's get them home."

"Er, Grace?" His face turned to a serious and nervous expression.

"Oh, for the love of- what now?!" Grace turned and eyed him as she picked up Dan.

"I don't exactly... have a car..." He grinned.

"Well, we can worry about that later, right?" She paused and turned to stare at him. "What happened to your car?"

"Funny story actually. Let me tell you in the car." He turned and headed for the door, a nervous smile etched in his face as he let out a forced chuckled. "Oh, you're going to love this one!"

"And that's a hint that I'm going to hate it." Grace said as she helped Fiske with the children.

"Good luck!" Ms. Smith called after them.

Once they were in the car, Fiske started telling the story of how he lost his car.

"Weeeeelll... it was a normal day for me - all of them are hehe - and I was driving down the road with William to get to the airport when out of nowhere this black van just comes and smashes the back half of my car - I had, like, four payments left on it and they just had to mess it up -"

"Who was chasing you?" Grace asked. She could've pulled the steering wheel off if she wanted to.

"...Do you really want to know?" Fiske chuckled nervously.

"Yes."

"...Vespers."

"How?! If you're hiding, then they shouldn't know where you are!" Grace was almost screaming at him. Remembering that her grandchildren were in the back kept her from doing it.

"If I knew I would tell you! Although, now that you mention it... I keep getting a feeling that someone is following me around."

"Those sneaky Lucians." Grace growled, "They're the ones keeping tabs on you!"

"How are you so sure it's the Lucians?" Fiske asked as he got out of the car. "It could've been anyone!"

"I'm not too sure on that, but a few years ago someone hacked into the Madrigal system and accessed some... files on us." Grace unlocked the door to the mansion, Fiske was carrying a sleeping Dan while Amy followed her grandmother inside.

"I don't think they're interested in the family business." Fiske muttered quietly after hearing Amy yawn.

"Or maybe they're just tired." Grace hummed. "It's been a long day, everyone needs rest. Especially you, Mr. I'm Going to Go and Get Myself Caught By Our Family's Enemies. Oh! And get my car destroyed in the process!"

"Listen! That was an accident! By the way, I wasn't the one who drove my car off a CLIFF!"

"That was a last resort." Grace growled and rolled her eyes. She looked down and saw a worried Amy, "We'll talk about this in the morning."

"Can't wait for another "I told you so" lecture." Fiske huffed. Dan shifted in his arms and he looked down. Tired green eyes stared back at him while Grace only glared at him. "Y-Yeah. I suppose it can wait until morning... heh."

Smiling at her triumph, she opened one of the doors that lead to a bedroom. "I still don't see why you can't stay in one place all the time. The mansion is always here and it's not going anywhere. You know that."

"It's just... safer. Once in a while someone comes across my address and finds out who I really am, so I'm on the move before they can do anything to me."

"I highly doubt you were in that much danger, Fiske."

"Someone's butler was trying to kill me with a spoon!" He exclaimed.

Grace laughed and shook her head. She sat down on the bed with Fiske on her right and Amy and Dan slipped away from them to explore the room. "You're lying."

"I'm completely serious. This fancy couple invited me to dinner once and their butler recognized me when we met him in the dining hall. So instead of grabbing a fork or something that could actually do harm, he grabbed the spoon at the edge of the table!" Fiske laughed. "He then went on to yelling about how my name was Fiske Cahill -"

"What name did you use?"

"...John Smith." He mumbled.

"You Doctor Who loving nerd." Grace ruffled his hair.

"Ack come on! Grace, please stop! Grace! Stop ruining my hair!" Fiske whined.

Amy had scrambled back up on the bed. She held one of Fiske's old toys, a Rubix cube, and began trying to solve the puzzle that Fiske never did. Dan, on the other hand, found his stash of art supplies and was trying to get the box of crayons Fiske had shoved in the back of the drawer years ago.

"Looks like you're going to have fun with these two." Grace smiled.

"Oh boy. I actually forgot I still had crayons." Fiske said while examining the box. It was a bit worn down from being shoved in the back of a drawer for years but the green Crayola logo was still visible on it.

"I bet you forgot about your Rubix cube, too." His sister said while remembering his love of puzzles.

"Yes, actually. Just up until you sent me that keychain one for my birthday last year." He looked down at her. "That was probably the worst puzzle I've ever solved."

"Even worse than iron solute?" Grace teased, remembering the Clue.

"We agreed to never speak of that again."

"Oops." She grinned before adding, "You might not want to move."

"Huh?" Fiske looked down confused, only to find a sleeping Amy curled up next to him, her head on his leg. Dan was trying to back on the bed so Grace picked him up."Well, this is certainly going to be interesting."