After two hours of working on the alien problem facing them, they were starting to get cranky and angry with each other.

"How about we order a pizza?" Stan suggested then shut his mouth with a snap and closed his eyes. "Oh, yeah," he said weakly, and flopped onto the couch, an arm over his eyes.

"We could get some food in the house," Zeke offered, starting for the door.

Sara saw Mary-Beth start to rise and open her mouth and she pushed off from the wall. "Sounds good" she said quickly, following him out.

The rest filed more slowly after them, Mary-Beth glowering as she came out of the barn last. She could see Zeke walking purposefully. He would make a wonderful general and husband… she was practically salivating.

They entered the house and Zeke led the way to the kitchen in the dark. "If anyone's watching, I don't want to let them know we're here," he whispered, looking back to the rest. God, Sara looked beautiful in the half-light… he shook his head and continued on. He couldn't get her out of his mind, even if they could be taken at any minute.

She tried not to read his thoughts but couldn't help it. He was broadcasting loud and clear. "So what're we making?" she asked, as they got to the kitchen and he started checking cupboards.

He shrugged. "Whatever's in here… I haven't been shopping in awhile." He pulled out boxes of cereal, peanut butter jars, crackers, cookies.

"I'll check the fridge," Mary-Beth said, pulling open the door. Scanning the shelves, she spotted the perfect thing. Pulling out the strawberry jam, she quickly unscrewed the lid. She started towards the table, pretended to stumble and tipped the whole jar onto Sara. "Oops," she said, sickly sweet.

Sara stood up, glaring. "You little-"

Zeke grabbed her arm and propelled her out of the room. "My mom's got some clothes upstairs. We'll go find them," he called to the others as the twosome went up the stairs.

Mary-Beth glared after them then turned to the others. "I'm gonna go find the bathroom. I think I spilled some of the jam on my hand…" She also left.

"Sara's got some really big issues…" Delilah said, grabbing a box of crackers.

"Yeah, but she's hot…" Stan replied.

Both girls turned to glare at him.

"What?"

"My mom's about your size, I think. She's got to have some clothes around here…" Zeke said, digging around in the closet.

"Should I be insulted?" Sara asked from the bathroom, trying to get as much jam from her hair as possible. "Is it okay if I take a shower? I've got jam in my hair."

He looked up. She was leaning against the doorway. And she still looked good. Even covered in jam. "Uh, yeah, sure."

"Thanks." She went back into the bathroom, shutting the door.

He went back to sifting through the clothes. "Get a grip, man," he said to himself. As the shower started up, he closed his eyes. What he wouldn't give to be in that shower with her right now…