Disclaimer: I don't own McFly.

PICTURES

"Check this out," Tom chuckled as he walked through the kitchen door, carrying a happy Nate and a paper. He dropped the paper on the table in front of Harry and Dougie before putting Nate down in the attached dining room, which had been gated off for the infants, where Libby and Alex were already playing with each other. Brylee was asleep in a playpen just inside the kitchen.

Ever since that failed afternoon the former band had taken care of their children together, they had slowly brought the children back together while their wives were doing other things for longer and longer periods of time.

"What are we looking at?" Dougie asked as he flipped through the first few pages. He came to stop on a page with Harry and a couple babies. "Whoa! What's this?"

"What? That most of England has found out that my marriage is over?" Harry began after having read the caption, 'Former McFly drummer Harry Judd has been spotted recently with his children not wearing a wedding band, pictured here with a former flame'. "Or that they think Dougie has a fear of small children – especially his own?"

"Wait. What?" The smile was instantly erased from Dougie's face as he examined the picture of himself – looking petrified – while he held out his screaming baby to his wife. Shaking his head, the smile returned. "Who's the bird?"

"Is that…. Is that Izzy Johnson?" Danny asked as he came around the table and peered down at the image on the page. "Geez, Harry, why didn't you tell anyone you ran into Izzy!"

Interrupting them before Harry could figure out what to say – he looked a little flustered just at the mention of her name, let alone saying anything about his recent interactions with the former love of his life – Tom piped up. "That's not what I'm talking about," he told them, then pointed to the picture next to the other two, the one that had been sorely overlooked by his mates with the other two in the near proximity to it.

"And what are we thinking about this one?" Harry asked, tearing his eyes away from the image – a somewhat new picture of the four former band members. Ever since he had returned after his almost-four year absence, no one had known what to think about their former band – and it had been in the back of all their minds ever since they had come back together as friends.

"Honestly," Dougie began after a long pause, "I think this is what we've been waiting for." Everyone was focused on him as he stood and tended to his murmuring baby. Turning back around, he continued: "I mean, we had that band for a while, Tom, remember? But it wasn't what it could have been – especially when you began to focus on your family – and I didn't really care all that much to begin with anyways.

"And Danny went solo" – he paused to laugh a little at that – "for a while, and while his fans loved it, it too wasn't what it was meant to be.

"And then there's Harry."

"What about me?"

"You had that music studio near where you lived. You clearly didn't want to give up music, either," Tom pointed out.

After having heard it that way, Harry couldn't deny where they were coming from. "But I didn't really care about the drumming in that studio," he explained, and then when it became clear, he added, "Not the way I was when I was drumming for the band."

It had been concluded perfectly: They had all tried something on their own, but in the end they were drawn back together. With their 'Yoko Ono' now official gone, there was nothing that was really stopping them from going back to how it was in the beginning – nothing except them, that was.

Nothing like what happened last time could happen again. No one could let a girl get between them again. No one would turn down the friendships of the others. Nothing could happen like it did, that would tear open the still-fresh wounds. They didn't want to have to deal with that, and they knew they wouldn't.

Months had passed. The papers occasionally asked the same question with new pictures: 'Are McFly on the return?' They never responded to any of the reporters that called to find out what the truth was. They were doing this on their own terms.

Harry smiled, looking up from the newspaper he was reading, as he heard the pitter-patters of bare feet on the tiled floor. A moment later, his little girl toddled in, closely followed by his girlfriend. If Harry thought he was happy before, with Kensie in his life, he had been sorely mistaken. He hadn't known quite what happiness had been without her – he had been fooling himself with Kensie.

"Hi-hi, Dada," Libby said as she pulled on his pant-leg, smiling up at him.

"Hello to you, too, beautiful little girl," he replied, picking the small girl up. He kissed his daughter before putting her in her highchair and giving her a couple handfuls of Cheerios. Turning to his girlfriend, he returned the smile. "Good morning, beautiful big girl," he added before kissing her and handing her a cup of coffee.

"Mmm, I could get used to this," she replied and then sat down at the table.

Ever since that day at the coffee shop, Harry and Izzy had slowly begun seeing each other again. They had wanted to take it extra slow this time, after what had happened last time and because of Harry's children – Harry had been ecstatic when both Connor and Libby had taken a liking to her. This was the first time Izzy had spent the night with Harry in all the months they had been dating again. Harry was glad they had finally taken that one step further.

"Is Connor at school already?" Izzy asked, a smile still lingering on her lips, while watching Libby play with her cereal.

Looking at his watch, he answered, "He should be on his way, if he's not. Giovanna took him and Briella. Oh, it's getting late. If you two hadn't gotten up soon, I wouldn't have gotten to see you before heading out."

"Oh right, everything's happening today, isn't it?" Izzy asked, turning away from Libby and smiling up at where Harry was stood partway between the two most important and beautiful women in his life. "Good luck!" she added jumping up and kissing him before he hurried out the door.

"It's almost time!" he cried as he rushed into Tom's living room. Danny was already sitting with Tom on one of the sofas in front of a laptop, but Dougie was nowhere to be seen.

Laughing, Tom replied, "We just said that! Now, where's Doug?" They waited a few more minutes before he finally turned up, looking as excited as ever.

"And," the youngest of the guys began, drawing out the word, "it's time! Launch it!"

With the click of a button, the webchat was launched . Announcements had been made earlier in the week informing anyone who was interested about the new site that they – they hadn't clarified just who they were though – were launching and the webchat. They had been sneaking around about it.

"Hey, everyone!" Tom cheered into the webcam on his laptop. "I can't believe how many people are already here! It's so great to already have so much support with this! As you can probably already tell, I'm in my living room."

There was a slight bang where Danny dropped a song book he had been messing with. "Oops."

Tom, using this as a cue – anything could be a cue with Danny – he turned the camera so Danny was now on screen, too

"Oh, uh, hi everyone! It's so great to be back here with you all! It's been too long since we've done this, eh?"

Tom laughed while picking up a guitar and plucking the strings at random.

"What'cha playing there, Tom? Everyone's curious." Danny asked after having read a couple comments from the webchat page.

"Oh, just something new. Shall we get on with it then?" he checked with Danny – and, in addition, Dougie and Harry, too – putting the guitar away again for its safety.

When Danny gave a nod, each of the guys mentally counted down. When they reached one, Dougie and Harry threw themselves at others, appearing on screen with their mates.

"HI, WE'RE MCFLY!" they cheered as one, "AND WE'RE BACK."

FIN.

an: Thank you for taking the time to read this and comment or follow it or whatever. It has meant a lot to me. I've very sorry it took me so very long to get this last one up - honestly, I was trying to break it into two, a final chapter and then an epilogue, but it just wasn't having it and I ran out of ideas, sadly. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you! xxx