Blame Ambyr. I've been doing nothing but work, school and watching Dr. Who. It's all her fault. I swear. She's the one who turned me whovian.

Kat

-Mello-

I sat at my desk, typing rapidly. I was going through various security databases trying to find out if any known threats matched what was going on here. So far I was having no luck. Scrubbing my hands over my face I watched Matt play at his games. After several days of him complaining I went to the local GameStop buying him a console and several games. The noises grated at my nerves, but at least he was happy.

I walked to the kitchen to make some tea when my (untraceable) cell went off. Very few people had this number so it could only mean…

I answered listening, all the while watching Matt. He had noticed the out of place sound and paused his game.

"…I see….I assure you he is safe…I'll tell him…..Keep me posted….."

Hanging up I slumped on the counter resting my head on my arms, sighing heavily.

"What's wrong?! Tell me what?!"

"….there was an assassination attempt on your parents. Your mother is fine; She's in a safe house. You're father…" I sat next to him, "he was shot Matt. He should live…"

"Should!?" Matt interrupted me. I covered his mouth.

"Hush. Let me finish. It was in his leg, as long as no infection set in, and no other attempts are made on him, he'll live. Hospitals are tricky to secure, so many people can be bought, going in and out….But provided he's treated then gets out everything should be fine."

"…" He hunched over, head hung, resting in his hands. Hesitantly I reached out to touch his shoulder. He flinched away, shrugging my hand off. Sighing I stood to leave, pausing as a hand grabbed the end of my shirt.

"Don't leave me."

I sat back down, hand going back to his shoulder. This time he let me give him the comfort. I could feel him trembling, so I moved to rub his back. Slowly the trembling became worse, until he snapped. He had never had to deal with this before. Everything has always been peaceful for him up until this point. He simply did not have the coping skills to deal with this.

I on the other hand, this was the first time I had been on this end of things. I had been alone for years, not much liking other's company. After my father…. So while I could relate, I didn't know just what to do… I slowly wrapped my arms around him pulling his crying form close.

"I know. Trust me Matt. I know. He will live Matt. He will be fine. It was just his leg. He might have a cane, but he will live." I rubbed his back as he sobbed into my shirt. Almost instinctually I held began humming a lullaby I hadn't heard since I was young, slowly my humming became singing. Matt calmed as I sang, my cheek pressed to his hair. In his sleep he did something he would never do awake. He clung to me. Sighing I kicked my shoes off laying down, letting him stay curled into me, clinging. I pulled the blanket off the back the couch over us. Gradually I fell asleep, him on my chest.

It was a strange experience, waking up to someone. I found I liked it. I stared at the ceiling, petting his hair absentmindedly. Matt, who was still asleep, gave a happy sounding noise stirring slightly. I continued my mindless toying thinking. Who could want to hurt this family? Everything was calm in the country- politic wise, what was happening to them withstanding. It had to be a succession thing, had to be. It was no secret Prince Mail didn't want to rule, but he had all the makings of a good king. Many a magazine had called him "The reluctant King." There were also plenty of cousins standing in the wings, waiting for a chance to leap for the throne.

A yelp and a thump as Matt fell off the couch pulled me from my musings.

"Matt?"

"What happened?!"

I was confused. He was freaking out on the floor, looking at me horrified.

"You fell asleep so I pulled the blanket over us?"

He looked at me warily.

"Really? Trust me Matt, if something happened you would know. You freaked out about your dad and I held you until you fell asleep."

"Well what can I expect! You try to molest me at every turn!"

"I do not molest you."

"You do!" He yelled at me, indignant. However it irritated me. Molest him? I show him molest. I pounced, pinning him. He gave a startled yelp which I muffled with a deep kiss. I let my hands wander I had been dying to do since day one. I kissed and nipped along his neck as I rubbed his hips, his sides, cupping his ass before moving to kiss him again grinding against him. He struggled weakly, panting and moaning. I kissed his jaw hand sliding under his shirt, up his chest rubbing slowly, easing back before kissing him a final time sitting back.

"That is what would happen if I molested you."

He panted looking up at me though half lidded eyes. "Y-You're crazy."

"I know. What do you want for breakfast?"

I leaned against the door frame to the kitchen as he looked on like I grew another head.