"How did you know?"

The younger asked as he used his elbows to prop himself up on the American's chest. For a brief moment confusion ran through the other's crimson eyes before understanding quickly followed.

"Your Secatuary. She called saying you were playing Host to one of the Nancy Cats from overseas and he inficted your home with something you're allergic to so you couldn't go home."

For a brief moment, Red allowed a small smile to grace his face. Margret was defiantly acquiring that raise and paid vacation.

"I see. So the big, strong Amercain rushed to the rescue."

He was teasing and judging from the grin on the other's face the Agent was quite aware of it.

"Of course, I can't just leave a Damsel in such distress."

A brief look of mischief crossed the other's face as he grinned mockingly.

"My Hero. Whatever shall I do without you?"

"Slay the viligant Dragon known as Paperwork?"

"I would rather feed You and my House Guest to it."

For a few moments the pair was able to keep a straight face before before the snickers escaped. Calming himself only moments later, the Russian laid his head back on to the American's chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

It was quite smooting really and within no time at all the Russian fount himself drifting as fingers ran gently through his hair.

Maybe Nigel did have a reason to worry after all. Then again, maybe not.

Red was the first to wake, not that he was all that surprised; Old habits died hard.

Carefully untangling himself from the American the younger quickly gathered his discard clothing and headed for the shower. After placing the water to the perfect temperature, the rouge hair man climbed inside. Allowing the hot water to wash over him as it smoothed his aching joint and cramped muscles, Red leaned his head back allowing his mind to wonder.

It wasn't something he usually allowed himself to do as his mind would wonder to things that he wasn't quite sure how to explain but was certain involved those brief moments that had once been his childhood:

A woman with hair like fire and eyes of emeralds. A man that turned into a large black dog. A green light that was strangely similar to that of the woman's eyes.

It was ridiculous really, either that or his overactive mind had decided to team up with his imagination and play tricks on him. Yet the woman...

It was...Possible she was part of a memory. He saw a lot of her when he looked into the mirror.

Maybe she had been his мать? Or maybe his child like mind had created her and as he grew he had forgotten her for a while?

Did it really matter? He had a family; a Brother that loved him and was now forever lost to him, a Father who's legacy he carried and would happily carry till the day he died.

Frowning, Red opened his eyes and forced his thoughts into a corner of his mind before locking them away. Cutting off the water, the rouge hair man grabbed a towel from nearby and began to dry himself off.

He wanted to have breakfast made before Buck woke as a 'Thank You' for letting him stay until he could go home.

"You know, if inventing ever fails you can always become a Chief."

Leaning back in his chair Buck Rockgut watched as a brief grin filtered onto the other's face, seeming to make the other look even younger then he was.

"I'll keep that in mind."

Satisfied that the other was actually listening to him, the American took a bite of the giant pancakes on his plate, covered in syrup, before moaning softly in bliss. He had to acquire that recipe, he had never tasted such a delicious pastry before, minus the muffin he had gobbled down only minutes before.

"Can I keep you?"

The other's golden eye shine with amusement as he gave a soft, gentle laugh.

"I'm afraid not. I happen to know its illegal to keep people or I never would have allowed you to leave that first night."

"And you keeping me is a bad thing?"

A secretive smile twisted onto the other's lips as he rested his chin on the back of his hands.

"You have no idea."

мать- Mother