A/N: I've said it once, I'll say it again. I don't own anything recognizable. I am simply playing on the swing set left to all of us by the wonderful creators of Bones and Harry Potter.

Yes, I know this chapter is quite short compared to the last couple, but at least I updated! It's also a little different than I had planned; what can I say, plot bunnies don't always like to behave. If things are out of character, just accept it and move on. I reread through quite a few things and realized a few plot holes, so, hopefully, some of them will be fixed here. There is one goofy little flashback, it's ridiculous, but I like it, so I hope you enjoy.

I'm sorry this one is late! Things have been absolutely crazy lately and then I was dead sick all weekend (I think I slept 20+ hours both Saturday and Sunday and stayed home from school and work the last two days) so hopefully things will start going more smoothly again. Thanks for reading!

Chapter 7

CJ awoke the next morning in familiar surroundings. He shot up as he realized he was at home again. It took a minute for his jet lagged mind to catch up to his present surroundings and he lay back down. "Right, serial killer, me and Parker look-a-likes. Right." After a minute he groaned and rolled out of bed, landing with a soft thump on the mat they kept beside his low bed for that very purpose. He quickly went through his morning stretches, taking extra care with his right leg which was stiff from all of the sitting yesterday.

It was another half hour before he slipped on his knee brace, brushed his teeth, and made his way down the hall to the guest room, where he knew his father would have put Marcus up for the night as it was farthest away from his own room. Not caring that he was dressed only in a pair of blue basketball shorts (a t-shirt had been lying beside his bed, but he most likely had taken it off during the night as usual) and his knee brace, he entered his boyfriends room and slid under the covers beside him. He grinned as Marcus didn't even stir. Gently he kissed him on the lips. "Marcus," he breathed against the older boy's ear.

The larger teen rolled over, pinning him beneath his outstretched arm, but didn't wake up.

CJ huffed. "Marcus, wake up!" he said as he squirmed. From the angle he was at, he couldn't kiss anything but Marcus's bicep. After a few more minutes of squirming and calling the boy's name, he bit the arm in front of him.

Marcus growled and jerked his arm back. "What was that for?" he slurred, still half asleep.

"I was stuck and you were being boring," he pouted.

The older boy narrowed his eyes at his young lover and rolled over again, this time on top of the child, deftly pinning him to the mattress. "Well excuse me for sleeping like any sane person should be doing at..." he glanced at the clock. "500! Dammit, Cameron! It's too fucking early to be up," he grumbled, laying his head back down to sleep.

"No it isn't! I'm always up early. Come on! You should come on a run with me!"

"CJ, baby, you know I love you, but I do not believe in mornings."

He huffed again and climbed out of the bed. "Fine, be that way. I'll just go running all by my lonesome with a serial killer out to get me in the early morning light...all alone."

"You said that already," Marcus growled as he pulled himself upright. "Fine, we'll go on your damn run, just give me 5 minutes."

"I knew you'd see it my way!" He pecked his boyfriend on the lips before dancing out of the bedroom, back down the hall to his own room.

He quickly located a pair of socks and his running shoes, throwing them on. He glanced at the thermometer. 59 F. Warm enough, much warmer than the 45 it had been when they left Scotland. Deciding to remain shirtless, he slid his cell phone in his iPod holder on his arm, as he wasn't taking his music with him this time, since Marcus was running with him and he met his boyfriend in the hall.

"Ready?" he asked Marcus as he scribbled a note to his parents on the whiteboard outside his bedroom.

"No, but we're going anyway. Do you have your wand?"

He lifted he left side of his shorts slightly. His wand was strapped there in a wand holster. He could see Marcus's on his forearm, even with the long sleeves the boy choose to wear. "Let's go then!" He slid the lanyard with his house key and identification around his neck and they left the house. The lanyard was still from his high school here in the US, but Severus had charmed it so that anyone that didn't need to know his identity, while they could read it, couldn't remember it later for safety precautions. Since then, his parents had demanded he take it with him every time he go running.

"Do you care how long it is?" CJ asked Marcus as they started out at a pretty decent clip.

"Not really."

"Let's go to Seeley's then, he'll drive us back if we want or we can Floo from his place."

"How far is that?"

"He and Temp live over in Spring Valley which is super close, but we'll take a long route to get there in about 3.5 miles. I haven't seen their new place yet, so it'll be pretty fun to check out."

"Wait, wasn't Seeley still in his apartment this summer?"

"Yeah, and Temp was in hers. They were married, but for safety sake, due to some of the cases they were working on, they kept both but didn't live in either very much or, if they did, they were in separate places. I don't really know how it works, just that it did, but they finally got a place like 2 weeks ago."

"And how long have they been married?"

"Since I was 9. They got married shortly before the Dumbledore incident I told you about on the plane. They've lived together off and on depending on what was going on with work and craziness and all of that."

"Your family is strange," Marcus muttered more to himself than CJ.

He grinned. "You don't know the half of it."

~~~Flashback~~~

"Go Jets!" a large group of people cheered from his left hand side.

Parker sprinted up next to CJ as they raced back to the other side of the field. "Please tell me that wasn't who I think it was."

"Oh, it was," CJ said without even bothering to look.

"Damn, that's what I thought." He dodged off to slide tackle the tall kid on the other team with the ball as CJ got in position to intercept the kick he knew would be coming from Parker's direction. This was why they'd never lost a game they played together.

Between them and the other forward on their team, they got the ball down to the opposing end and past the defenders with little effort, Parker kicking in the goal.

As CJ turned to head back to midfield for the throw in, he caught a glimpse of their "cheering section". His godfather and father, as well as Sweets and Wendall, had painted their chests red with blue letters spelling JETS on them (though, for that to really be the case, his Dad and Wendall really needed to switch places as it was they said TEJS, but he got the sentiment). Tempy and his mom both had pom pons and Cam had one of the old fashioned cheerleading amplifiers, also in red with JETS written across it. Daisy was in a full blown cheerleading outfit and Severus was sitting a little ways away from everyone, pretending not to know them, while still wearing a blue t-shirt ("you will never catch me in that garrish Gryffindor color") and cheering for them.

Parker slapped him on the back as he ran by then jogged backward for a second. "Remind me why we tell them when these games are again?"

"Your guess is as good as mine!" CJ laughed as the next play began.

As soon as the game ended, Parker's goal being the only one of the game, and the formalities were finished, the two boys cornered Severus, as they all had planned, and he took them, via apparation, to Parker's house where they were going to get ready for the party that night before Severus dropped them off there on his way back to England. It really was the least embarrassing set up they could come up with.

~~~End Flashback~~~

"They seriously painted their chests?"

"It's common on professional and even college level games, but it is never done at amateur or league levels...except by my family. All I can say is, Thank Merlin for Severus." He glanced at Marcus who still looked a little confused. "It's like most people for school Quidditch games don't get 100% dressed up in only their teams color and paint their faces and carry banners, but they would at the World Cup, make sense?"

Dawning crossed his face and he nodded, a little more winded than his young lover who ran every morning and was still running along like they were doing nothing more than ambling to class at this point.

The rest of the run was pretty silent due to that fact and, to Marcus, it seemed like forever until they got to Seeley's house. CJ unlocked the door and knocked twice before entering. "It's me!" he called into the silent house.

"Hey! I'm in the gym, Bones is in the shower!" they heard the FBI agent call from somewhere on the first floor.

"Where's the gym?" CJ called back.

"Just keep walking straight!"

They finally came across him in the screened in porch, turned workout room. "Have a nice workout?" CJ asked his godfather who was now working on the chin up bar.

He grunted an affirmative.

"Feel free to use whatever you want," CJ told Marcus as he took a place on the floor and began to stretch out his muscles.

It didn't take the 3 men long to get into a silent routine, Marcus and Seeley supporting each other on the barbells as CJ worked on less bulky forms of exercise over on the mats and stationary bike.

Temperance came down 45 minutes later and rolled her eyes. "It's 615 boys. CJ, your Mom called already, she wants you home as soon as you can."

"Did she say why?" he asked as he finished up his final stretches so his muscles didn't tense.

"Yes, but I'm not to say."

"Okay, can we use your Floo?"

"Of course," she said as she put in her earrings.

He kissed her on the cheek. "Thanks, Temp! We'll see you guys at work in a little while. By Seeley!"

He nodded to both boys as he drank from his waterbottle and they left with his wife. Bones led them to the only fireplace with the Floo connection (in the family room) and they flooed back to their original location. As usual, CJ stumbled out of the Floo. Unusually, he landed in someone's strong arms.

Quickly he pulled back and looked up. "Gibby!"