A/N: So, interested yet? I hope so, this was really fun to write! Let's continue on, see how that date goes…and why Jim is so interested in Matthew!

At 7, Mycroft knocked Molly's front door, and Molly finished her makeup, explaining to the baby-sitter that Matthew's bedtime was 8:30, and no later or else he'd never get to sleep. Then she was gone out the door, and Matthew was left alone with a girl who was nice but in no way interesting enough to keep his attention. He went to his room and rummaged around in the mess for materials for a prank. He always loved pranking his babysitters, and Molly was none the wiser when she came back. He looked around, and finding nothing good enough in the usual places, he reached under his bed and pulled out his Epic Prank Book. "Hm…maybe…Number 62 tonight. Okay, I'm gonna need baking soda, vinegar, a bottle, and a balloon."

He got everything together and shook the bottle before running up to his babysitter. "Luuucy! Lucy!"

The girl turned around at his screams and pulled him into a hug. "What is it? What's wrong?!"

"Th-there's a ghost in the bathroom!"

Lucy took a step back and smiled. "A ghost, huh? I'll have you know I'm an expert ghost catcher! Let's go see it and see if it'll leave on its own, and if it doesn't, I'll make it leave!"

Matthew smiled innocently up at her. "You will?"

"Of course! Now, where's the bathroom?"

Matthew led her to it, and as soon as she opened the door, the balloon popped off the bottle and flew everywhere. The poor girl screamed and Matthew laughed his head off. Lucy turned around, red in the face and extremely mad, but when she saw Matthew laughing cutely with tears at the corners of his eyes, she couldn't help but laugh too. Matthew smiled. This one was just as easy to get on his side as the rest. After that they played board games until 8:00, when Matthew compliantly got ready for bed and listened for when Molly opened the door and the babysitter left. At around 9:45 he heard her walk up the steps and come into his room. She kissed his forehead, giggling a little as she did so.

When she left, Matthew smiled. If she was laughing, the date must have gone really well! He snuggled under his blankets some more. First his babysitters, and now his mum, he was getting better at using people to his advantage without them knowing. Of course, he'd never use that to hurt his mum, she needed someone to be with and he was making that happen. Nothing wrong with that…

Right?

Monday Matthew got a letter in the mail. He took it up to his room to read it, and made sure to be careful not to tear the envelope. Inside it said,

Matthew, if you are reading this then you wrote your address correctly. Good for you! If this isn't Matthew, please close this letter now and mark it "return to sender," as this letter is for my son's eyes only. Okay, are we alone now? Good. I hear that you're trying to get your mother a boyfriend, Matt. I'm glad for that. She hasn't been serious about pretty much anyone since she met me, and I'm happy for her. But if you want this to work out, you're going to need my help. Write me back telling me what you know and I'll tell you what to do.

Write to you soon,

Dad

Matthew smiled at the letter and put it back in the envelope. He went over to his desk and started to write a letter on a new piece of paper.

Dad,

I told you I'm not good at leters, but I'm trying extra hard for you. I know the guy went on a date with her Saturday, and that his name is Mycroft. Isn't that wierd? But he seems a lot like Mum, so I think they could work out. I don't know how old he is, but he's older than Mum. Not as old as Grandma, thoh.

Is that enuff? I don't know any more, but I could find out if you need me to. Please write soon!

Matthew signed his name and found an envelope and stamp. He filled out everything else himself, and stuck it in the mailbox. Molly asked him, "Who are you writing that letter to?"

"Dad. I'm hoping to get to figure out who he is."

Molly laughed and said, "Well, don't count on him replying. I've been waiting 5 years for an answer to my last question to him."

Matthew just shrugged noncommittally and asked, "So I never asked how you liked that guy Saturday night."

"Oh, Mycroft was really nice. A complete gentleman. I'm going to have to go out with him again sometime."

Matthew smiled and said, "Good. I hope you'll stop being lonely now, Mum."

"I'm not lonely, Matthew. I have you."

Matthew laughed but he knew the truth: she was lonely. And he was going to do everything in his power to fix that.