A/N: Hello everyone! So sorry for the delay in both chapters and reviews, both of us have been quite busy with work and uni respectively, as well as family commitments, as well as getting a bit distracted with later aspects of this story. It's great fun.

We want to thank those of you who gave us such lovely reviews, Elle was ever so pleased that Bonnie was so well received. We don't have too much to say other than we hope that this answers some of the questions that are no doubt spinning about in your heads! *Grin* Read on, and thanks again!

Disclaimer: This is a crossover between the Thunderbirds and the Shadowhunter Chronicles. The references that aren't for the latter are for the former, and we own neither them nor the Tracy family; we are not earning any money for this endeavour.

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Bonnie Merriweather looked from one brother to the other. Her little head was whirling, she was confused. This tall, dark man claimed to be a brother. She only had Gordon, and he was enough for any sister to cope with. Now Mummy admitted that this man (Scott?) was Bonnie's brother, and what was more there were four others. Bonnie could see that Gordon wanted badly to go and meet them all, but she didn't want to go! She wanted to turn the clock back and forget this had ever happened.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as she stared at the... intruder in her life! It was his fault; if he hadn't come here, then she wouldn't have to deal with all this. Brother or not, she wanted nothing to do with them now. Someone had to stick by Mummy, and Gordy was being useless; already won over! This Scott could take a flying leap before she'd admit him as family.

As for her other so-called brothers… well, if they were anything like him or Gordy, then they could get lost again! She tilted her head and considered this, then sighed. No… get it right Bonnie – she and Gordon were the lost ones according to Scott!

One brother was bad enough to cope with, five, no four more; one was truly dead, would be a living hell for a girl. She smirked. Well just let them try to boss her!

Bonnie watched Scott with interest despite herself though, as she snuggled into Gordon's side. It wasn't nice that he was upset – Mummy had always told her that it was mean to think that people deserved to be sad – but the older boy looked kinder, sort of, when his face was all screwed up and he looked… what would Mummy call it? Vula… Vulnerable. That was it. She could tell that Scott was still really angry at her mum and Uncle Jem (it was too weird to call him Poppy now), but he seemed really sort of lost too.

Her temper flared slightly as Mummy asked Scott about John and the twins; Kent and... something strange, that she couldn't remember. Scott seemed to stare at their mother and turn away before he slowly answered.

"Kent... Kent is sicker than you knew him, Virgil..." Bonnie hid a smile, ah Virgil! What a name. She turned her attention back to her new brother, having missed out on his description of him, but caught his next sentence.

"...John, John is the one you won't recognise. He is a lot more withdrawn and cold to outsiders, and I'm afraid you will count as such. If you are coming back with us…" He glanced coldly at Jem, "… well for Angel's sakes, don't upset him, his gift is a hel... heck of a lot more powerful than you would remember, and believe me, you don't want him to blow."

Bonnie found herself becoming intrigued despite herself. John sounded scary and interesting. She grinned cheekily and whispered in Gordon's ear. "Hah, wait until he cops my gift!"

Her eyes opened wide as Scott whipped his head around to glare at her with amber eyes. She shrank a little into Gordon's side at his tone, but she wasn't afraid of him.

"Hasn't anyone told you it's rude to whisper?" He growled. "Furthermore, it's pointless in front of me, because my senses are acute."

Bonnie frowned, she didn't know that word, and she looked up at Scott baldly, determined to show that she wasn't frightened of him at all. "I don't know what that means." She said. "What does it mean?"

Scott's gaze softened a little as he looked at her, and she blinked at him as a small smile slipped onto his face. "It means my hearing and my vision is a lot better than a normal person's." He said quietly. "And if I really focus hard, I could even hear the people talking in that store down the street." He paused, rubbing his face.

Bonnie's eyes widened, and she leaned towards him. "Cool!"

Scott's smile got a little smirk to it as he looked at Gordon. "Is she always this bold?"

She narrowed her eyes as Gordon laughed and replied. "No, she's usually ten times worse! She seriously needs squashing sometimes."

"Hey!" Bonnie scowled. "I like to know things is all, how am I supposed to learn if I don't ask?"

Scott's face grew sombre. "Alan was like that." He swallowed hard. "And he's not here anymore."

Gordon turned to their mother, who had stood watching her children sadly. "Well can we go meet them or not?" He demanded.

"Yeah, Mummy!" Bonnie joined in, "I'd like to go too." She pursed her lips. "But if I don't like them I'm not staying."

Lucy smiled sadly. "You two really want to go, huh? Well okay, I guess we could be safe enough now, the demon thinks Gordon is dead, and he's..." She bit her lip and blinked hard. "... He's killed my Alan."

A tear rolled down her mother's cheek, her lower lip trembling, and Bonnie and Gordon both went to her, hugging her tightly. Scott stood by Jem's side, his face blank suddenly, and Bonnie wondered what he was thinking. Surely he didn't hate their mum that much?

Lucy laid her hand on Bonnie's hair and stroked her fringe back from her face as Gordon suddenly spoke, speaking the question that Bonnie had been asking in her own head already.

"Mum? Why did we have to leave in the first place? I mean…" Bonnie's brother swallowed, and he moved backwards, gripping his dragon-head cane tightly. "I know you said that it was to keep us safe, but why were we in danger in the first place? I don't understand."

Bonnie looked bewildered at her mother as she began to speak. "The night I left... the night that Belah attacked our house, he came for you, Gordy." Lucy stroked Gordon's hair, and Bonnie's eyes widened. "I didn't know why, but when he demanded you, I refused, and your grandmother and I battled him. He... he told me of a prophecy; one of our family was destined to be the one who would close the demon dimensions forever. 'A child with hair of flame, one of seven siblings'. He'd watched our family for a century or more and deciphered the words to mean a redheaded child, and he decided that it's you, Gordon, what with me expecting my seventh child."

She threw a loving glance at Bonnie. Bonnie watched Scott's eyes widen and his lip twitch as he listened, his eyes flashing again.

"When we vanquished him, we knew it wasn't complete; he would be back. Your grandmother and I had a hurried conversation, and acted the only way we thought we could to save you all. We... I left my babies," She looked warmly at Scott. "…to your grandmother, knowing they would be safe without Gordon around." She drew an arm around Gordon. "I took you from where you lay just outside the safe room door and I... I ran."

Bonnie's heart was racing; her brother had been in danger this entire time? The demon wasn't dead? She didn't know that much about the Shadowhunting world; only after Gordon's accident had either of them found out they were different to their school friends. Bonnie's gift had only come into existence this past summer; she was still trying to learn how to fully control it. Bonnie hated to admit it, but she was scared.

She tucked herself into her mother's embrace, and Lucy drew her close, hitching her onto her hip, even though she was getting too big and heavy for such things. Her mum kissed her on the head, and Gordon patted her soothingly on the arm, even as Bonnie realised that Scott was now speaking. She sighed. He was angry again.

"No, Uncle Jem, I won't calm down! At the risk of sounding selfish here, I will say that I can sort of understand why you left," That was directed at her mum, Bonnie saw. "… but why, why did you have to make us think you were dead? Why couldn't you have at least allowed Gra… Grandma to tell us? Grandpa Grant is torn over the fact that Grandma Ruth lied to him! I found the photos you sent her over the years, and I just don't know why you couldn't let us know you were alive? I can't deal with this!" With a pang of sadness, Bonnie realised that Scott was actually crying, sobs tearing from his throat as he spoke.

'It's not fair! I wanted my mom, and you weren't there anymore. I couldn't even look after the kids properly because my temper was too out of control. I couldn't protect my baby brother, and now Alan is dead! He'll never know that Gordon and you are alive, he'll never know that we have a sister, our long-awaited baby sister. We were always wondering what it would be like if Bonnie lived, and we've missed out. I can understand why, but I can't accept it. Not yet… I'm sorry." The older boy swiped away the tears, his eyes rippling to amber again, but it wasn't aggressive this time. A blue glow shone off Scott's skin, and Bonnie knew somehow that Scott's heart was breaking with the past.

Her mother crossed the room, going eye to eye with their brother. "Do you know what would have happened if that demon… Belah, got even a whiff of the fact Gordon was alive? He'd have turned up at the bloody house again, captured, tortured and slaughtered you to get to him! So no, Scott, much as I longed to do so, I couldn't have you told or let you know! You'd have all died, we'd have died! The entire Tracewood family wiped out and with it, any hope of that prophecy coming true." She placed a hand tentatively on his shoulder and Bonnie was amazed that Scott didn't snap back at her, but began clawing desperately at the pretty shiny silver chain at his throat.

"Get… get off, please…" Scott choked, backing away from Jem, from their mother, from all of them, towards the door, his features contorted, his face stained with tears. "I don't… I don't want to hurt any of you!" His form was shaking, and as she watched, fangs began to elongate down his jaw, and the black fur made a reappearance; spreading across Scott's arms and hands. The weird thing was, Scott didn't seem angry this time though, Bonnie noted. He was more desperately, utterly distraught.

Suddenly, he dashed through the nearest door, Bonnie watched fascinated as he dove out of sight and down the corridor, running blindly.

Gordon's eyes widened in horror as both children realised that Scott was heading out towards the back of the house. "Mum, the pen is out back!" he cried, horrified. "He'll eat her!" Gordon rose to his feet and shuffled off after Scott, Bonnie followed. Anything than stay with the adults!

As they reached the back door, they saw him seated on the step, still shaking, but fully human in appearance again. He was panting heavily and his head was in his hands.

Strangely without fear, Bonnie sat down beside him and placed an arm on his knee, Gordon dropping down beside him too.

Feeling him draw in a deep, shuddering breath, Bonnie felt Scott seem to force himself to calm down. Shifting closer to him, meeting Gordon's eyes over their newfound brother's back, she watched him raise an eyebrow in warning to be careful and rolled her eyes at him. She couldn't have said how, exactly, but she could tell that Scott was no longer any danger to either of them.

"I can't believe this…" Scott muttered softly, raising his eyes to the late evening sun. Bonnie saw that the skin beneath his eyes was stained with dark bruises and there was a shallow scrape below his jaw that she'd not noticed on him before. She wondered what had happened. How had he been hurt? Was it when that other brother (Alvin?) had died? She'd have asked, despite the awkwardness, but Scott was still speaking.

"I just can't believe that you're all… alive…" He choked, still rubbing at the silver chain at his throat. "This is all I've thought about, for eight years, thinking it could never come true… Oh, dear Angel…"

Bonnie smiled at her newfound oldest brother. "Well maybe now we have you, Gordon will leave me the hell alone!" She giggled, casting a sly look at her brother. "After all, he can be squashed now too."

Scott widened his eyes at the words out of her lips and she pouted as he looked pointedly at Gordon, who became a pain in the bum and told her off for her language... again.

"See what I mean about squashing her?" Gordon sighed, looking at their big brother knowingly.

To her surprise and indignation, Scott chuckled. He had a different look when he smiled. She liked it.

"You may not say that when you get to know me, kiddo." he rumbled. "According to Kent, I'm the 'Chief King of Smother-Brothers'. I've helped bring those three and Allie up and they know how far to go."

Gordon smiled at him too. "Tell us about them, please?" He pleaded. "I don't really remember and Bonnie wasn't born… Tell us what our brothers are like?"

A soft look settled on Scott's face, and though he was still quite tense, he uncurled himself to get a little more comfortable on the concrete step, his lip quirking as he looked at the two of them.

"John turned seventeen last week." Scott began. "He has white-blonde hair – like you remember, Gordon, and Bonnie, he has blue eyes like you, and you share the same, nose. Some people say that it makes him look girly, and he hates it." Bonnie grinned, imagining a male version of herself. That was a weird thought. "He's almost taller than me, snarky and sarcastic, and with a sharp sense of humour, but like I said, to strangers, he's very withdrawn, and he also doesn't share his emotions much." Scott let out a sad sigh, before looking at the two of them speculatively. "John's gift is with technology. He can control how things work, and he has this amazing eye for inventions; he's always tinkering with something. He built his own laptop from scratch when he was ten, and he can also control electricity itself, sort of. He tends to fry stuff if he gets too angry or upset."

Bonnie's eyes widened as she imagined electric bolts flying from people's hands and shivered, wondering how that would mix with her powers… Gordon's mouth was agape.

"The twins are fifteen; Virgil is the elder one, and he's an Empath, which affects his emotions. He's very gentle and is the pacifist in the family; he and Kent have hazel eyes and curly brown hair, and freckles too. He plays piano and is an amazingly talented artist; when… if you guys come to the house, I'll have to see if I can get him to show you some of his pieces, he's fantastic. He's also a telepath as well, very strong but very well-regimented. He has to keep his walls up at all times, otherwise he'd end up in your head, and he hates doing that. He's the most restrained out of all of us, he really fights hard to control his gifts. He doesn't talk a lot either, really, but when he does, listen carefully, coz it'll be worth it." Scott grinned, and Bonnie felt at ease, even as she felt tendrils of worry at the fact someone could actually get into her head and know what she was feeling at any one time. That was creepy.

"Kent is…" Scott sighed. "A complete handful. He's two minutes younger than Virgil, and really, they couldn't be more different. He's loud-mouthed, really snarky and extremely irritating when he gets into a hyperactive mood – like he's permanently on a sugar high – but really cheeky and loyal. He's a dancer, and he's really amazing; which has actually helped with his training, because he started it so late compared to the rest of us." Bonnie shot him a confused look; she'd heard Scott say something about Kent being ill before, but she wasn't sure what that meant.

Scott smiled sadly at them, and Bonnie wondered why that look. Gordon looked confused too. "Kent's got a serious heart condition, which affects his health pretty badly. He was born with it, and he's much skinnier and gets sick much easier than the rest of us. It's called Dilated Cardiomyopathy, and it basically means that his heart is enlarged and he gets really tired and weak at times. He nearly died when he was born, and we weren't even sure at first if he'd be able to get his Marks or train as an active hunter, but like I said, the dance stuff helps with his fitness. So even though he doesn't get to go out on hunts as much as the rest of us, he's still able to hold his own in a fight, unless he's having a sick day, in which case he'll end up confined to bed and be mightily cranky about it too!" Scott smiled fondly, and Bonnie grinned to herself. She liked this Kent kid already, though she felt a flash of sadness that he was apparently so ill. A look at Gordon's face confirmed the same thing, though Bonnie knew that her best-known brother would sympathise more than her.

"What power does he have?" Gordon asked in curiosity, and Bonnie knew that he was categorising each of them in his head. Her brother was weird like that, and he loved watching documentaries on WWII battles and the like. He called it 'strategy', but Bonnie wasn't half as interested about it as he was. Boys!

"We call it 'Neutralisation'." Scott said simply. "We're not entirely sure if it has a class by way of terminology, but basically he's kind of the opposite to all our powers; he can subdue our gifts, restrain them if needed, stuff like that. He really can't do it very much though, because it drains his energy, and with his heart he can't afford to make himself so weak." Scott sighed tiredly, and Bonnie felt a pang of sympathy. "It could kill him if the strain is too much. He also shares some telepathy with Virgil; watch out for it, coz they don't realise they're talking in their own heads, and they end up having conversations and accidentally ignoring everyone else!" Scott rolled his eyes in exasperation, and Bonnie laughed, imagining having conversations that no-one else could hear. It was like her's and Gordon's secret language, the one that they used when they didn't want their mum or friends understanding what they were talking about.

There was a long silence as Scott's grin slowly faded, and Gordon looked at Bonnie as they watched Scott look down sadly at his trainers. They both knew who was next.

"And… Alan?" Gordon asked quietly, probably remembering the youngest boy. Bonnie reached out to take her brother's hand, and he gripped it gratefully as he pressed close to Scott.

The older boy put an arm around their shoulders and smiled sadly, and Bonnie felt strangely comfortable; protected… She supposed that somehow, more brothers wouldn't be so bad after all…

"Alan…" Scott said morosely, "Was our wild-child. He… he had gold-blonde hair, and dark blue eyes. He's… was only ten." His jaw tightened at the slip, and Bonnie felt awful for him. We… we called him 'Little Ears', because he was always listening in, asking questions, driving us mad, but always wanting to learn. He loved action figures and comic books, and he wanted to learn to use a sword as his main weapon when he was old enough to train…" Scott's voice broke off, and he let out a choked noise, swallowing hard before managing to continue.

"That demon that Mo—that Lucy said was after you? Well, it kidnapped Allie when he was a year old and fed him demon blood. It… It gave Alan rages where he couldn't restrain himself, where he threw things and he couldn't control his own actions. He… he was a great kid, but when these episodes happened, he turned into a monster, fighting with his own mind." Scott inhaled sharply, his eyes closed tightly. Gordon tentatively rubbed his back and the older boy shot a thankful look at Bonnie's older brother, before speaking again, hesitantly. "Lucy said that Dad had been murdered to you guys?" The two redheads nodded slowly, Bonnie narrowing her eyes in morbid curiosity. "Well… She was right. He… he got killed going after the demon that changed Alan…"

Tears filled Scott's eyes and feeling daring, Bonnie suddenly found herself pecking a kiss on his shoulder. He looked down at her, startled, and she hugged him tightly, before continuing. "I don't want to think it's untrue, but we've got possible evidence that he… he might be alive… But it's going to be a long shot if it is true… trying to prove it."

Bonnie's heart thudded. Their mum had a lone picture in their room of the man she'd said was their father. Now she thought about it, he had brown eyes, but his hair was as dark as Scott's, and the older boy also had his long nose and the sort of soft dent in his chin. She wondered if she put that photo next to the face of the boy in front of her, if they'd look really alike?

"Now," Scott continued, gazing intently at them. Bonnie shivered slightly at the piercing look. "What about you two? After all, we don't really know you anymore, Gordon. I could tell you tales of a hyperactive giggling baby and toddler, a child whose life I thought ended at four years old. And all I knew of you, Bonnie, was the name our parents had picked out for you and the fact you were going to be a girl. So why don't you fill in the gaps for me?" He smiled sadly at them.

Bonnie snuggled closer to him. She was actually beginning to like her new brother and to wonder what it would have been like to grow up with him. "I'm Bonnie Rose Merriweather," she grinned cheekily, "…but I suppose my real surname is Tracewood?" She enquired softly, "My birthday is in July."

Gordon joined in. "She's a pest. A brat, cheeky and bold but she's also loyal to her friends and family. She's truthful and a drama queen, she loves dress up and acting, she's fascinated with hospital shows and sicknesses… In fact, Uncle Jem thinks she will make a good nurse one day, but that was before we discovered we were Nephilim. Is that what you want to know?"

Bonnie watched Scott's eyebrows shoot up. "You didn't know?"

"We found out after...after my accident..." Gordon trailed off, looking away out over the garden.

Bonnie breathed out, taking up the story. "Gordon's gift saved him." She said proudly. "The water held him up, floating on it. Gordon doesn't like to talk about it." She whispered to Scott. "His best friend died that day, he feels guilty that he..."

"Shut up, Bonnie!" Gordon snapped.

Bonnie subsided, "Sorry, Gordy. But it's true!"

"Yeah my best friend died," Gordon looked back at Scott, sorrow in his eyes. "So did his parents, and it left me like this; limited mobility, barely able to stand. I've darn well had to learn to walk again, amongst other things. But I'm still me, I'm still Gordon, who loves water so much I was considered a water baby… Now I'm a water freak! I love war strategy and planning battles, which I've since been told will fit in great in my new Nephilim life. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to run again, to move about under my own steam, much as I like this cane uncle Jem gave me… I wish I could move without it, but I can't." He sighed, and Bonnie squeezed his hand more tightly. "Now what about you? You told us about our brothers but what about our biggest one? What about you?"

Scott hesitated, and Bonnie frowned. Why wouldn't he want to tell them about himself? Maybe it was because he couldn't think of anything? If she'd had to describe herself she'd have found it hard to think of stuff too.

"Maybe I could help with that, Scott?"

The three of them turned, and Scott tensed beneath their arms as he looked at Jem with hard eyes. "Why? Why would I want your help? You've lied to me. You and Au-… Tessa… both."

Jem squatted down in the doorway to look Scott in the face, the older man's eyes warm and friendly despite Scott's outright hostility. "I'm not expecting you to forgive and forget immediately Scott, perhaps not even eventually, but I don't think it's such a good idea for you to immediately write me off just because I've said something you don't approve of. Nor is it right to scream and yell at your mother because you can't deal with what's happened. I know you're hurt, I know that everything you've learned this evening has been a great shock to you, as well as the terrible… events of what's happened to Ruth… and Alan, but there's no excuse to not even at least try and be civil."

Scott sat silently, rigid and still, and Bonnie watched his face, although nothing in his expression seemed to be giving his emotions away. He bit his lip, and looked up at Jem, his eyes narrowed.

"Fine. I'll be respectful, but I can't accept all this… not yet. Maybe not ever." He sighed, raking his fingers through his hair, swallowing hard against the tears that had shone in his eyes at the mention of Alan. "Go ahead, tell them about me. You'd do a more thorough job than me anyway." Scott added bitterly.

Bonnie and Gordon exchanged looks over his shoulder, and agreed silently not to bug Scott, as much as Bonnie could tell that Gordon was still mad over how Scott had screamed at their mum. That hadn't been nice.

Jem sat down on the doormat, crossing his legs in a tailor's seat, his posture perfect – even in jeans and a button-down shirt – the Angelic Runes that had only recently become visible to Bonnie and Gordon peeping from above the collar and beyond the cuffs of the rolled-up sleeves.

It was weird for Bonnie to think that he was over two hundred years old. Bonnie might have been only eight, but she could do maths and for Uncle Jem to look barely older than a teenager was just really, really weird. A lot of their life had been weird lately, and Bonnie was wondering just what was going to come next. She shook her head a little, and put her 'listening ears' on for Uncle Jem, who was now beginning to answer Gordon's question.

"Your oldest brother is loyal, fiercely protective, strong, friendly, and…" Jem shot a grin at Scott, who was scowling slightly, staring across the lawn to the left of the back steps. "… he can hold one hell of a grudge. He turned eighteen back in April, so he's an adult by Clave Law, and he's one of the bravest young men that I've had the honour of knowing. He has a sly sense of humour, and the other boys tend to treat him like a second dad, even though your Grandpa Grant, your father's dad, has raised them since Scott was a little boy. As your mum told you, Scott is a shape-shifter; so far he's the only member of your generation to have inherited your mother and great-grandmother's family gift. He can change into any animal in the world without any practise beforehand, and no, not all of his changes are caused by his emotions. The wolf is his main form, which makes plenty of sense, seeing as Scott is as protective of his family as an alpha wolf is of his."

Bonnie, watching Scott's ears flame with some confusing sign as he shifted slightly uncomfortably, saw Gordon's smile out the corner of her eye as a voice took over from Jem.

She was in awe at Scott, he sounded absolutely wonderful, although he was still very angry and tense, even after this whole time they'd been sitting here, trying to get to know each other. But as she turned her head fully, the older boy's body heat warming her in the cooling air, Bonnie smiled widely at what she saw.

Lucy stood in the doorway, looking out at them, and leaning easily on the frame, her arms crossed over her pink blouse and blue trousers, she gazed at Scott sadly, chewing her lip. "I do remember the first time you morphed, Scott." She murmured. "I'd been in the Silent City with the twins, Kent was in surgery. Your father had Johnny with him, and you were with Grant and Ruth, and I'd... I'd missed you. I came home and you were supposed to be in the garden but you weren't... You were nowhere to be found.'

Bonnie's eyes widened. Her mum was so overprotective, but she'd actually lost one of her kids?

'I searched frantically for you, you were nowhere in the garden." Bonnie watched her mother's face change as she remembered. "Eventually, I found you in the woodland at the bottom of the grounds. You were a filthy, screaming, crying mess; covered in blood with an animal bite to your lower left arm. The only word we could get out of you was 'doggie', is it any wonder when you turned again that we thought a werewolf had bitten you that day? You were three years old, Scott; no one had ever received their gift that young in our family before and never an animal..." She trailed off, aware of Gordon's stare and Scott's fierce glare.

Bonnie knew her mouth was open too. Wow! She wondered if he'd been cute and cuddly as a puppy! But at the look Scott had on his face, Bonnie thought that it was probably best not to bring that up…

"Scott." Jem spoke firmly but kindly, and Bonnie watched as his eyes roved over the three of them, noticing her mother's mouth relaxing into a smile. Bonnie wondered what that was about, before her own smile dipped a bit at what the older man said next. "I think it's time that I took you home, don't you think? You've had a long day, and like it or not, even though you are an adult, I don't think your grandfather meant you to head to the opposite side of the world whenever it takes your fancy. I also think that these three would like to have their dinner…"

Scott's mouth twisted reluctantly, and both Bonnie's and Gordon's heads snapped up as those words registered.

"Mummy, can Scott stay for dinner if he wants? Please?" Bonnie batted her eyelids at Lucy, whose lip twitched, but then her face settled into firmness as Scott's posture tensed.

"Bonnie… I don't think you've realised exactly what time it is over where Scott lives." She said gently. "It's close to midnight for them, and I doubt Scott wants to eat right now. And you two have lessons tomorrow regardless. We will see Scott again, very soon, now he and Grant know about us, but for now, it's time for him to go."

I just need to talk to your mother, then I will take Scott home." Jem stated kindly but firmly, "So you three can have ten more minutes together before we go." He smiled at them as he rose to his feet and, taking Bonnie's mummy by the arm, he led her inside.

Bonnie grinned at her brothers as Gordon struggled to his feet. This was so cool. What an odd day…