Thank you for your reviews and messages. This chapter I have tried to portray how embarrassing it can be when growing up.

I still don't own them.

John looked down at his watch '9.30pm' he thought sighing, as Jenny wouldn't let he or Katherine leave until they had, had a glass of milk and cookie each.

Katherine blinked tiredly, linked arms with John and rested her head on his shoulder, after all it had been quite an eventful night. The Tracy household was usually rather more manic with one or other brother pulling pranks on each other. It was very unlike her own home where her older sister Cassie was usually locked up in her room 'doing her homework' or more likely chatting to the latest boy she was with on the phone or listening to music. Once her mother had asked her to turn her music down and as a response she answered, 'No, because it has been proven that certain types of music actually help your brainwaves to learn things,' and as her mother just wanted her to do good in exams she accepted it. However what Cassie had failed to mention was that it wasn't Marilyn Manson that helped you learn it was more the likes of Beethoven and Mozart.

"Are you ready, Sweetie?" Before Katherine could answer John, Jenny spoke again.

"Can I offer you some more…..,"

"That's very kind of you to offer Jenny, but I think we should be getting off now, I have to get Katherine back home before her parents get worried," standing up adjusting his trousers then turned to Katherine jerking his head to one side as if to say 'let's go'.

"Yes, we had better be going, but thank you for the milk and cookies," following John out of the door, the mugginess from that afternoon had disappeared and was now replaced with a warm breeze.

"Say thank you to your Grandma for me!" Jenny shouted after them.

"Will do."

Waving goodbye, the couple turned away, swearing she just heard John breathe a deep sigh of relief.

"You know you are starting to sound like your father with all that sighing going on!" she teased as they started walking back down the road poking him in the ribs then tried to run only to be pulled back by him with one arm around her as they continued to walk. She tried to snuggle into his side again.

"You are tired," he said "I will take you home now,"

"But I have left my bag and books at yours,"

"Don't worry about that, I will bring them to your house tomorrow,"

"Well, if you're sure, I am pretty tried,"

After a few minutes they arrived on her porch.

"Thank you for escorting me home,"

"It's okay, I wanted to make sure you got home safely," giving her a peck on the cheek, smiling at her he turned to go home he realised she was still holding on to his hand. He at their hands then at her.

"Just a minute, Stargazer," she put her hands round his neck pulling him into a deep passionate kiss.

He pulled her close into him, after a few seconds he pulled away.

"Damit," he muttered bitterly to himself, as his body started reacting by itself again.

"Are you okay, John?"

"Yeah, fine," he smiled "I had better go, I will see you tomorrow," leaving her stood on her porch waving to him, as he started back down the street to his own home.

TBTBTBTBTBTBTB

Back at the Tracy house, Jeff Tracy sat down at the kitchen table with his after dinner brandy. He had sent all his sons to bed, except John who he was waiting to come in.

Putting his head in his hands wondering how he was going to approach this subject without appearing too 'full on'. He let out a loud groan in frustration.

"Don't worry, Jeff," the voice made him jump.

"Mother, you could give a guy a heart attack," he said with a hand on his chest.

"I would doubt very much if your 60 year old mother could do that from just entering a room without warning, it's more than likely all that drink you put away and your smoking!"

"Nothing to do with my five sons?" he said slumping back into his chair "I have, as of today 1 that thinks he's God's gift to woman strutting around the place, 2 practical jokers, 1 Casanova and a Smurf!" smiling to himself just hearing what he had said, then turned to his mother "Seriously though how am I going to approach the talk with John?" he asked.

"Just be thankful for small mercies,"

"What small mercy would that be then, Mother?"

"Well, I will tell you something that my mother told me when I was expecting you, as I was partial to having a girl," Jeff rolled his eyes, "but my mother wanted me to have a boy, when I asked why," taking a gulp of his brandy, "she said that if I have a boy I have one dick worry about but if I have a girl I would have had thousands!"

A spray of brandy came out his mouth, "MOTHER!"

"Well it is what she said, besides haven't you already had the talk with Scott? Couldn't you just repeat what you said to him?"

"No I never felt I had to, Scott always seemed to know how to be with girls, so I never really thought about it. John however is painfully shy and sensitive, I am worried that he is just going to go for the first girl that accepts him. I guess I don't want to see him get hurt."

"Oh Jeff, you can't protect John or any of your sons forever, otherwise they will never learn! Why don't you just start off by asking him about her, he seems to really like her, you have got to get him into his comfort zone,"

Just then there was the sound of keys in the front door, then opening and closing of the door with a gentle thud.

Looking at his mother raising his eyebrows as if to say 'it's now or never' then downed the last of his brandy, he left then kitchen and headed towards the hallway just in time to see John scarper around the corner at the top of the stairs that leads to his bedroom. Not wanting to disturb any of his other sons by calling after him, he crept up the stairs quietly following the same path that John had seconds earlier.

As he arrived at John's door he could see the light shining through the crack under his door, he could hear a muffled shuffling inside.

Knocking softly on the door, "John," he called quietly.

No response.

"John, are you still up?"

"Yeah Dad, what's up?"

"Can you open your door, please?"

A moment of silence, then he heard what sounded like a lock opening on the other side of the door. He couldn't remember giving any of his sons' permission to put locks on their doors, least of all John. Jeff suddenly had a rush of thoughts going through his mind involving Katherine as to why there would be a lock on the door. He hadn't thought that this little talk may be coming a bit late. Jeff felt himself become nervous as his hands became clamy as to what information this conversation was going to give him.

He hasn't opened his door yet, he thought maybe I could just run, too late.

"Hey Dad,"

"Hey Son," Jeff took a deep breath, "I think we need to talk, can I come in?"

Well what did you think? Please R&R so I know how I am doing as it is my first fic.