Indeed

AN: I have finally thought of something to write.

Right, there's a hidden part in this chapter that I took from Stargate SG1, see if you can spot it. (the clues in the title, being something Teal'c might say, although it isn't his catchphrase 'indeed', but you'll have to be a fan of the show to recognise the sentence)

Larson skipped happily along the hall, down the stairs and into the kitchen, where Lara, Alistair, Zip and Winston were sitting. Today, it was erm, well, he didn't know what day it was today, he would just let it come to him as the day progressed. He stood in the middle of the doorway, counting how many fairytale characters he had been so far on his fingers. Now, lets see, there was the mermaid, cowboy, princess, pirate...

"Morning Twinkle toes." Alistair sat with a cup of coffee at the round dining table, Zip and Lara opposite him. In between them was a game of scrabble, Lara, being the person who had the best education out of the three of them, was winning by using her learnings to her disadvantage. Alistair was next and Zip, as usual when it came to using your brain in games, was in last place. He glanced up at Larson who was now at number eight or 'eh' as Larson called it on his counting scale. Winston was beside him, encouraging him to continue with his 'fantastic' counting skills. If you ask him, asking Larson to count to more than ten, was like asking a cat to bark. You couldn't.

It was now his turn and he looked at the letters in front of him. Mmm... indow, findow, Window! He had worked out the word window from the not-so-word, indow. Why he wasn't winning, he would never know. He took a W from in front of him and placed it in front of the other letters. He smiled chuffly to himself as he looked up to see Kurtis entering the kitchen, making his smile immediately disappear. Kurtis walked past him and Alistair, thinking quickly, grabbed his cup of coffee and gulped it down, making the liquid burn in his throat.

Everyone looked at him strangely as he placed the cup down, showing no sign of any emotion. "Erm, wasn't that like, boiling hot?" Zip asked.

"Extremely."

"Five, four, three, two, one..." Lara counted, cocking her head to the side. As she finished, Alistair shot up of his seat, rushing over to the sink, turning the cold tap on and forcing his mouth open under it, not even allowing the water to become fresh.

"Exactly on queue." Lara smiled. It looked like it was her turn now. Kurtis, having been staring at Alistair the whole time, finally sat down with his own cup of coffee, next to Alistair's seat, not caring about his future protests. Lara scanned the board, looking for a word she could complete. Nothing seemed to be there. Suddenly, a crash came from behind them, and both Zip and Lara turned around to see a bowl fall to the ground from an open cupboard. Zip got up and placed it back, then returning to his seat. Lara looked at the board again, this time finding the letters 'ongo'.

She looked up at Kurtis who smiled at her, Mongo. You're welcome. He tilted his head back, motioning towards Larson. Lara chuckled, she didn't like cheating, or, Kurtis cheating for her, but he did have a point about Larson being one of them. Kurtis must have caused a distraction, then moved the words about to her advantage. She picked up a M, placing it down in front of the other letters. "What does that mean? I've never heard that before." Zip asked.

"Mongo. Window licker, idiot, stupid." Lara tried to explain, but Zip still didn't seem to be understanding. "Larson."

"Ah, oh, I get you." he nodded his head.

Larson continued to count, "Dolphin. Little Red Riding Hood. Mary Queen of Scots. Werewolf..."

"This is easy, Filoina." Zip leaned back in his chair, placing his hands behind his head.

"That isn't a word." Kurtis argued.

"Suck eggs!"

Kurtis looked at Zip, waiting for him to explain what that meant, "Suck eggs? What sort of comeback is that. It's like me saying to you, chop cucumber!" he shook his head.

"Suck eggs!"

"Zip, filoina isn't a word." Lara cut in.

"Suck eggs!"

"You say that one more time, I swear." Lara got up and balled her hands into fists.

She sat back down, and her eyes wandered to Alistair, who was making his way back from the sink. "It's your turn Al." Kurtis pointed out.

"I know that! Or would you like another game of hide and seek, Kurtis! I can hide a lot more!"

"Calm down."

"No." he stormed out of the room. Kurtis and Lara turned their attention to Zip, who had taken Lara's turn. "Hydrosaurikim." he smiled again.

WTF?! "Zip, you're making up words, that's cheating!" Lara shouted.

"Oh, but you're boyfriend can arrange the word 'mongo' and that's OK?" he also got up, exiting the room again.

Lara sighed and looked up to see Winston patting Larson on the head as he continued his list, "Queen Victoria. A fairy. Cinderella. Adolf Hitler."

Ah, the Adolf Hitler session. Lara remembered it so clearly. About two weeks ago, Winston had a request to visit a local primary school, where the primary sevens were studying World War two in history. Lara agreed to take him in and answer questions about any artefacts found that were dated back to WW2. Larson, decided to tag along, thinking it would be fun to talk to children who had more intelligence than him. Only, Larson tagged along, dressed completely inappropriate. He wore a brown short-haired wig, a fake moustache and a Nazi uniform. Winston gave his speech, Lara answered questions and Larson paraded up and down acting like Hitler. The head teacher had asked them to never return to the school. To Lara, Larson was just an embarrassment.

"Well done Larson, you're getting there, keep going."

"Oh, I almost forgot, I was that guy from that program. Y'know that man with that thing who lived there and he had one. Oh, you remember." Larson shouted.

"We honestly don't." Kurtis said.

"Yes you do! He was one of those, with that thing and he had a pet thing as well and that nickname and that face with those things!" he started to jump up and down.

"No we don't."

"Oh, help me out here! Remember, oh, what was it. Oh, that guy from that program."

"We've already been threw this, Larson."

"And he lived there."

Lara yawned, looking at the time. Jeez, this was even late for her. It was already half eleven. And everyone had been drinking coffee or tea for the past few days to make sure they would be on alert if Larson tried anything. She got up, yawned again, making Kurtis yawn, which made her yawn again, which made Winston yawn, which made Kurtis yawn which made Larson roar like a tiger. Why? Why did he always have to take things too far?

Kurtis got up with her and he yawned, "Don't start." Lara warned, making him chuckle.

Everyone headed upstairs, a part from Larson who was still counting and trying to work out who he had pretended to be. Winston had even grown bored of Larson's attempts and retired to bed.

Lara hoped into bed beside Kurtis and faced with her back to him. She felt his hand slide along her waist, reaching for her own hand and then entwine his fingers with her own. "Nighty night." he said before both of them closed their eyes.

Five minuets later

Larson burst threw Lara and Kurtis' bedroom door, making them scrunch their eyes at the sudden burst of light from the hall, "Oh, I remember. He was that guy from that program with that thing and that face with those things and he lived there and he was that and he worked with them and he had that nickname!"

AN: In case you didn't know who I was referring to with Larson's brilliant skills at remembering things, it was Teal'c from Stargate. If Larson's sentence was translated into English, it would say:

"Oh, I remember him. He was Teal'c from Stargate with that symbiote (I think that's how you spell it) and that face with the marking and he lived at Stargate command and he was Jaffa and he worked with Jack, Daniel, Sam, Vala, Cameron...and Vala called him muscles." but, that's only if you couldn't translate it for yourself.