"Sammy!" Jaime smiled as her brother pulled her into a big hug, ignoring the onlookers at Heathrow. You would think people never saw family reuniting in an airport before.

"There's my favorite sister," Sam chuckled.

"I'm your only sister, smartass," she reminded him.

"True. Hey, John," her brother smiled before letting her go to do the man-hug thing with John. Jaime's freedom didn't last long because Gaila grabbed her.

"Missed you, crazy girl," Jaime told her friend.

"Missed you too, sweetie," her friend laughed. "So, what's the plan?"

"Don't ask me," she chuckled and pointed to the boys. "Ask our travel agents."

"Train to Brussels leaves in fifty minutes," Sam said, looking at his phone. "We should get our stuff and head that way."

"Sounds like a plan," Jaime chuckled as Sam dropped an arm over her shoulder and they all started walking.

"How you doing, kid?" he asked her while Gaila started talking to John about something.

"I'm good," she smiled. "I'm happy you're here."

"Me too. You and him?" Sam looked at her.

"We're good," Jaime told him.

"But...?"

"I'm just in my head, that's all. It'll pass," she sighed.

"Over-analyzing everything as usual," he chuckled. "You're sure that you're okay?"

"Yes, I'm okay, Sammy," Jaime smiled.

"Glad to hear it," her brother kissed her temple. "I wouldn't want to have to beat him up or something."

"There's no need for that. He's been a perfect gentleman," she chuckled.

"As long as it stays that way," Sam smiled.

"I swear, you and Bones…"

"Hey, we're just looking out of you. It's in the 'Big Brother Manual', second chapter," he chuckled.

"What's the first chapter?"

"Teach you how to throw a decent punch," her brother smiled. "We covered that years ago."

"That we did. Anything else?" she asked.

"All kinds of stuff but those were the important parts."

"Nothing like Belgium in the morning," Gaila smiled. Their train was almost at the station in Brussels. "What's first?"

"We're going to check into the hotel so that we can drop off our belongings," John said.

"After that, breakfast," Sam added with a yawn.

"We should eat chocolate for breakfast," the redhead smiled.

"No, we shouldn't," John laughed.

"You'll make yourself sick," Jaime smiled at her friend. "I promise, we can eat chocolate later."

"You guys are no fun," Gaila muttered. Sam just gave her a look. "Okay, you're fun."

"Thank you," the older Kirk said. Jaime stared at her brother for a long moment. "What?"

"Nothing," Jaime sighed before she returned her gaze to her friend. "The chocolate museum opens at ten and it's a five minute walk from the hotel. We'll check in, get breakfast, then head there."

"A whole museum about chocolate," Gaila smiled.

"You had to tell her," Sam chuckled.

"Why not?" she said with a shrug.

John chuckled, "We are in Belgium. A place known the world over for it's chocolate."

The Museum of Cocoa and Chocolate was situated in a quaint little house that served as a shop near Grand Place. The first win; once you pay the small entrance fee, they give you a cookie with melted chocolate on it. The second win; that's not the only thing you get to taste. Gaila was practically giddy when the adorable chocolatier, who was doing their demonstration, kept giving her the candies he was making.

"Someone is smitten," John whispered in French in Jaime's ear.

"Oui," she chuckled. "Him or her?"

"Both," John chuckled. Sam just shrugged when Gaila glared at them. He didn't even smile, which is odd because he smiles at everything. Jaime gave herself a mental reminder to separate the pair and find out what the hell was going on with them.

The chocolate demonstration the coolest thing she's ever seen. They watched as the chocolate went from liquid to hard shells and they got to taste the result. The chocolatier showed them how to make the little seashell chocolates and classic Belgium pralines. It was probably the sweetest fifteen minutes of her life. After the demonstration was over, they explored the other two floors of cocoa and chocolate facts.

"You're mean," Gaila nudged her as Jaime was reading about the cocoa collecting in West Africa.

"I know but you gotta admit, it was funny," Jaime chuckled and wrapped an arm around her friend's waist. "So, you wanna tell me what the deal is with you and my brother?" Gaila gave her a look. "I've only been with you guys a few hours and I could swear there's something up."

"Don't get mad," Gaila said. That's never a good way to start an explanation. Jaime waited. "I slept with him. And I know what you're gonna say but… it wasn't like we planned it or anything, it just happened and now we're weird."

"Have you tried, I don't know, talking about it?"

"No. We didn't want to fight about this until after we saw you," the redhead sighed.

"And you think avoiding it is the answer? I should smack both of you," Jaime sighed. "Talk to him today, please."

"You're not mad?" Gaila looked at her.

"That you slept together? No. Me, Ny and Bones have had a bet going about that forever, I'm just surprised that it took you so long. What I'm upset about is that the two most straight forward people I know are being passive aggressive about it, especially on what's supposed to be a vacation. So, tonight, me and John will go out for a little while and you two talk, not have sex, talk. I'm going to have this same conversation with him."

"Who are you?" her friend asked with wide eyes. "Getting laid on the regular is working for you."

"Actually, I'm not," she chuckled.

"What?" Gaila glanced over Jaime's shoulder where John and Sam were looking at something else. "You haven't done it with tall, British and sexy. What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing. It was a mutual decision."

"How? Oh my God, what is that even like?"

"It's good. There's no question about whether he wants me because of sex. There is some sexual tension because, you know, we're twenty and twenty-one but it's good. Though…" Jaime glanced behind her to make sure John and Sam were occupied. "I feel like a princess in a fairy tale and it's hard not to fall in love with him over and over and over again but I'm terrified that the evil queen is going to show up."

"Let her," John said as he stood behind her and wrapped his arms around Jaime's shoulders. "If the evil queen were to show up, you are not a damsel, darling, and I fully expect you to kick her arse."

"See what I mean?" Jaime asked Gaila.

"I do and you are lucky. You two are adorable," Gaila chuckled as she snapped their picture.

"Not that adorable. Hands off my little sister, dude," Sam smiled. "Come on, let's hit up the Grand Place, then get lunch and then hit up the Atomium and Mini Europe."

"You're quiet," John said as they walked around Brussels. As promised, they left Gaila and her brother alone for a while. "You're worried about them."

"I'm always worried about everybody," she smiled.

"I know. Talk to me, let me carry your worry with you."

"I'm good," Jaime sighed.

"Now, I'm worried. Since when don't you talk to me?"

"It's not for me to tell," she looked up at him. That wasn't the whole truth and John had too much of a read on her not to know it.

"And…?"

"I don't… nevermind."

"No. Tell me."

"Why me?" she whispered. "I still haven't figured out what you see. I play with robots and my best friends are my near-perfect big brother and a divorced doctor with a four year old. I'm a mess of contradictions. I can write computer code but I like real books. I look great in designer clothes but I don't like wearing them because I find it to be a waste of money. And the more I try not to… the deeper I fall in love with you. And you're perfect and I'm… me."

"I'm not perfect, darling."

"You are. You have that perfect face and the perfect hair and those eyes. You're brilliant and rich. I feel like…"

"You're not giving me anything?" he asked. Jaime nodded. "Oh, you beautiful creature. Now I know why I've been in love with you from the moment I laid eyes on you." John gave her one of those lopsided smiles. "It was last year and you were in the lounge, curled up in a chair, reading A Tale of Two Cities. You were the most beautiful thing I ever saw and it took me months to gather the courage just to say something to you."

"John…"

"Jaime, when you look at me, you see me. I haven't had that from anyone, outside mum, my whole life. People have been watching and waiting for me to be my father. You… you have only ever wanted me to be myself. That's what you give me. When I wake up in the morning, I know that there is someone who loves me, the real me. For the first time in my life, I feel whole. That's your doing. And it's priceless."

"I had no idea," Jaime whispered.

John smiled, "Now you do."