2:25 a.m.
Russ cowered further under his covers, staring fearfully at the bright yellow words glowing at him in the dark. He pulled the covers up over his head then yanked it down at the feeling of something touching him. The words Hi Lighter greeted him. He screamed then bolted out of bed, running from the room.
He ran until he found the room he wanted. The door was slightly ajar so he took it as an invitation and went in. None of the room's occupant could be seen under the mass of covers on the bed.
He crept over and poked the lump. "Ashley. Hey, Ashley."
She gave no response except to turn over and bury her head under a pillow and mutter. "Go away, Tristan. It's too late to deal with your girl problems."
"Ashley,"he tried again, shaking her slightly. Ashley gave no response this time.
Something thumped in the hallway. He hesitated, remembering what his father had said about waking someone up. "Don't wake anyone up unless you're sure they won't either harm or kill you, even a chick."
A second thump. Russ scrambled over the foot of the bed and curled up beside Ashley, knowing she wouldn't let the aliens take him. He had faith in his lady love; enough to know she wouldn't let the aliens take him away for experimental purposes.
"Goodnight, Ashley..."
6:53 a.m.
Ashley opened her eyes, hearing what sounded like that screech Kat called a singing voice. She groaned and started to move but stopped realizing she was not alone in her bed; there was someone laying much too close to her. She sat up then glared at Russ' sleeping figure.
"RUSS COLLINS, WHAT THE BLOODY FUCKIN' HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?"she demanded, jumping up just as lightening struck the bed and him. "WHAT YOU DOING IN MY BED?"
Russ jerked up as he was electrocuted. His yell could have shattered a window. She thought for a moment that it had cracked the window on the opposite side of the room; her imagination.
"The aliens,"he managed before he got struck by lightening again. "They were trying to attack me..." Electrocution. "I...n-n-needed protection." Electrocution.
"YOU DUMBASS! THERE ARE NO SUCH THINGS AS ALIENS...." Ashley glowered at him then struck him with lightening several more times.
"May I inquire as to what is going on here, mate?" John appeared at the doorway, followed closely by everyone else that was within the walls of the house. Their eyes were glued to the scene in front of them.
Tara broke the silence. "Do we have any popcorn?"
"I woke to find....that IDIOT in MY bed. IS THAT ENOUGH OF A PROBLEM?" Her words were followed by lightening striking several diffrent areas of the room. Several struck in the hall.
"Light show!"Kat's voice screamed from the hall before something thudded against a wall.
"Ashley, stop yelling,"Richard commanded, coming in and placing one hand on her arm. "It won't do any good to destroy the house or kill him. I think Russ has learned his lesson."
Ashley shifted her attention to Russ who had gotten up. He staggered upsteadly like a drunk and his hair struck out in a comical way of Albert Einstein. His arms had turned almost black while his eyes were wide open and staring blankly ahead.
Hank stepped forward and touched the boy briefly then jerked back as if he himself had been shocked. His expression turned concerned. "I believe this is serious, my young ones. Russ, come with me...I think we may need to quarantine you until this wears off."
Ashley started to open her mouth but John shook his head.
"No arguements, shelia. When the boy's well enough he can be punished he will be, alright?"
Grudgingly, she nodded then noticed for the first time that everyone was staring into her room at her. Her expression darkened even further. "GET OUT, ALL OF YOU!"
"Yes, ma'am." The crowd quickly dispersed except Richard and Tristan, who both looked at her to confirm that things were okay. Kat raced around the room, chasing after a fly that had landed on one of the walls.
"You okay, Ash?"
Ashley gave no response then picked up the telephone that had been resting on a table. She chunked it at Kat. "Just great. KAT, GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
"Did it hurt?" Tristan smiled, appealingly at the mail deliverer.
The mail deliverer, a young woman of around twenty-four with dark red hair and dark blue eyes smiled at him. She wore jeans and a button-down white shirt clung much too tightly with tennis shoes.
"Did what hurt?"she questioned, looking completely confused.
"When you fell from heaven..."
She twirled a strand of hair around her first finger. "I fell from heaven? Wow, Mom never told me that..."
"Would you like to have dinner and play house with me sometime?"Tristan questioned, making a point to 'imply' several things. "It would be worth your time, beautiful."
Richard butted in. "I'm sorry, miss, but my friend's not quite trained on the correct way to treat a lady..."
"Richard, Tristan, I need your help!" Russ' high-pitched voice broke the silence of the day. His voice had changed drastically since getting electrocuted by Ashley. His hair still stuck out in every direction along with that distant, wild look in his eyes but otherwise he was almost back to normal.
The mail deliver quickly left, uttering a gasp.
Tristan sighed. "I was finally about to get dinner and a game of house until you showed up..." He glared at Richard then Russ. His gaze stayed longer on Russ.
Russ shrugged it off. "Why doesn't Ashley love me back?"
Richard stared blankly for a moment then shook his head. "You're a freak,"he announced before turning and walking away.
Tristan's expression darkened and he stomped off, muttering something about 'stay away from my girls, all of them'.
"My girls. No one else is allowed to hit on them...MY Ashley, MY Melody, and when she behaves MY KAT. They're all mine. Mine, mine, mine,"he muttered, slamming the door behind him. He walked through the kitchen then into the living room, taking in the people present at that moment.
Angel sat in one of the chairs, reading a book to David who was curled up on the floor at her feet. Her hands rested on either side of the book, holding it open, but she looked half asleep herself; her gaze kept going to the hallway. Natasha was sleeping on the couch while Derek sat on the floor with a box of cornflakes, counting them.
"Tristan, can you read?"Angel questioned without looking away from the book. After asking the question she returned to reading the book aloud to David.
"Yeah..."
She yawned. "Will you read to David for a little while? I need to go talk to John...please."
He hesitated then nodded and took the book from her. She stood and kissed him on the cheek before walking down the hall and vanishing into the room where John spent most of his time working on his romance novel or reading the others he kept stashed under the bed in a large box.
David peered up at him, cautiously. "Who are you?"
"...Tristan...I'm a friend of Angel's..."
"You're a friend of Aunt Angel?" His expression brightened then he nodded. "Kay, will you be reading to me?"
"Sure. What am I reading, uh..David?"
"The True Story of Peter Pan." (A/N: This is a real book which I recommend. It gives Peter Pan a real interesting twist where he and the lost boys are bad guys while Captain Hook's good. I wouldn't say it would make too terribly great a book for a child of David's age and family background but....)
Weird kid. Any other kid would read something like fairy tales or The Three Pigs. This kid has major problems; you can tell it's a mix of Scott and Jean.
Tristan nodded. He began to read the book, changing his voice slightly to fit the characters as he thought they should be done.
Somewhere behind them on the hallway a door slammed. Two sets of footsteps started down the hall, making a loud thudding sound. Raised voices accompanied these sounds.
"Oh, come on, John! I know this really cool coffee house place where you could read your novel and they'd pay you money." Angel's voice echoed through the darkened halls.
"What are you planning, shelia?"John demanded coming into the room and nodding to them. "G'day."
Tristan nodded.
Angel followed, trying to put her hair up and failing quite badly since strands kept falling. Her expression was one of pleading, slightly, but even more it was more innocent looking now then ever before.
"Nuthin'! Angel just thinks it would be good for you, Johnny...pleasey, please."
"No, shelia."
"Johnny."
"No."
AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER
"Why not?"
"Cause, Shelia...no more arguing."
"Give me one good reason and I'll leave you alone."
"Because I don't want anyone to see it..."
"She said a good reason!"a chorus of voice echoed from the kitchen where everyone's heads could be seen, peeking through the opening. A crowd had formed there with popcorn and pixie stixs.
"Who wants PIXIE STIXS?"Kat screeched, causing everyone to shrink away and a nearby window to crack straight down the middle. "I'm a fairy-pixie-princess."
Angel froze with her mouth open about to speak and looked over at their audience. John tapped one foot then glanced at the group of kids.
"Do you mind, mates?"he demanded before turning Angel's head back to him. He repeated his reason.
"That's not a good reason, St. John Allerdyce!" Angel crossed her arms and pushed his hand away from her face. She glared at him. "Don't touch me."
"Stop being difficult. Tell me what you plan to do while I'm, IF I GO, at this place reading my novel..."
"Invite over a million people and have a wild, crazy sex party?" Tristan looked hopeful before David pulled on his arm.
"What's sex, Tristan?"
"This is why I can't leave..." John buried his head within his hands and settled into a chair.
She moved over and patted his back, lightly. "I'm sorry, Johnny, Tristan's not mature enough to handle this responsibiltiy yet." She shot him a glare over her shoulder. "Look if it makes you feel better we have Scott and Tara...plus, Richard. What could go wrong?"
No sooner had she spoken Kat's voice broke out from the next room.
"It must have been love but it's over now
It must have been good but I lost it somehow
It must have been love but it's over now
From the moment we touched 'til the time had run out..."
Multiple groans echoed from everyone else and Natasha bolted up from sleep, clutching her ears. David ran to Angel and hid behind her, beginning to cry. Again.
John stood, throwing his hands up. When he spoke next he sounded tired. "Fine. I'll go to, if nothing else, get away from Kat and that horrible screeching she calls singing. I don't expect to come home and find a problem, got it?"
Angel nodded, solemly then kissed him on the cheek again. "Thank you, Johnny...you won't regret this. I promise...nothing will happen..."
NEXT CHAPTER: John leaves the kids alone which results in several 'accidents' with duct tape and a few people that really bug everyone. Guest appearances from Jax, Landon, Julius(don't own) for a little while(maybe) along with several suprises, including VISITATION. Confused? Wait 'til the next chapter, mates.
Russ cowered further under his covers, staring fearfully at the bright yellow words glowing at him in the dark. He pulled the covers up over his head then yanked it down at the feeling of something touching him. The words Hi Lighter greeted him. He screamed then bolted out of bed, running from the room.
He ran until he found the room he wanted. The door was slightly ajar so he took it as an invitation and went in. None of the room's occupant could be seen under the mass of covers on the bed.
He crept over and poked the lump. "Ashley. Hey, Ashley."
She gave no response except to turn over and bury her head under a pillow and mutter. "Go away, Tristan. It's too late to deal with your girl problems."
"Ashley,"he tried again, shaking her slightly. Ashley gave no response this time.
Something thumped in the hallway. He hesitated, remembering what his father had said about waking someone up. "Don't wake anyone up unless you're sure they won't either harm or kill you, even a chick."
A second thump. Russ scrambled over the foot of the bed and curled up beside Ashley, knowing she wouldn't let the aliens take him. He had faith in his lady love; enough to know she wouldn't let the aliens take him away for experimental purposes.
"Goodnight, Ashley..."
6:53 a.m.
Ashley opened her eyes, hearing what sounded like that screech Kat called a singing voice. She groaned and started to move but stopped realizing she was not alone in her bed; there was someone laying much too close to her. She sat up then glared at Russ' sleeping figure.
"RUSS COLLINS, WHAT THE BLOODY FUCKIN' HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?"she demanded, jumping up just as lightening struck the bed and him. "WHAT YOU DOING IN MY BED?"
Russ jerked up as he was electrocuted. His yell could have shattered a window. She thought for a moment that it had cracked the window on the opposite side of the room; her imagination.
"The aliens,"he managed before he got struck by lightening again. "They were trying to attack me..." Electrocution. "I...n-n-needed protection." Electrocution.
"YOU DUMBASS! THERE ARE NO SUCH THINGS AS ALIENS...." Ashley glowered at him then struck him with lightening several more times.
"May I inquire as to what is going on here, mate?" John appeared at the doorway, followed closely by everyone else that was within the walls of the house. Their eyes were glued to the scene in front of them.
Tara broke the silence. "Do we have any popcorn?"
"I woke to find....that IDIOT in MY bed. IS THAT ENOUGH OF A PROBLEM?" Her words were followed by lightening striking several diffrent areas of the room. Several struck in the hall.
"Light show!"Kat's voice screamed from the hall before something thudded against a wall.
"Ashley, stop yelling,"Richard commanded, coming in and placing one hand on her arm. "It won't do any good to destroy the house or kill him. I think Russ has learned his lesson."
Ashley shifted her attention to Russ who had gotten up. He staggered upsteadly like a drunk and his hair struck out in a comical way of Albert Einstein. His arms had turned almost black while his eyes were wide open and staring blankly ahead.
Hank stepped forward and touched the boy briefly then jerked back as if he himself had been shocked. His expression turned concerned. "I believe this is serious, my young ones. Russ, come with me...I think we may need to quarantine you until this wears off."
Ashley started to open her mouth but John shook his head.
"No arguements, shelia. When the boy's well enough he can be punished he will be, alright?"
Grudgingly, she nodded then noticed for the first time that everyone was staring into her room at her. Her expression darkened even further. "GET OUT, ALL OF YOU!"
"Yes, ma'am." The crowd quickly dispersed except Richard and Tristan, who both looked at her to confirm that things were okay. Kat raced around the room, chasing after a fly that had landed on one of the walls.
"You okay, Ash?"
Ashley gave no response then picked up the telephone that had been resting on a table. She chunked it at Kat. "Just great. KAT, GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
SEVERAL HOURS LATER
"Did it hurt?" Tristan smiled, appealingly at the mail deliverer.
The mail deliverer, a young woman of around twenty-four with dark red hair and dark blue eyes smiled at him. She wore jeans and a button-down white shirt clung much too tightly with tennis shoes.
"Did what hurt?"she questioned, looking completely confused.
"When you fell from heaven..."
She twirled a strand of hair around her first finger. "I fell from heaven? Wow, Mom never told me that..."
"Would you like to have dinner and play house with me sometime?"Tristan questioned, making a point to 'imply' several things. "It would be worth your time, beautiful."
Richard butted in. "I'm sorry, miss, but my friend's not quite trained on the correct way to treat a lady..."
"Richard, Tristan, I need your help!" Russ' high-pitched voice broke the silence of the day. His voice had changed drastically since getting electrocuted by Ashley. His hair still stuck out in every direction along with that distant, wild look in his eyes but otherwise he was almost back to normal.
The mail deliver quickly left, uttering a gasp.
Tristan sighed. "I was finally about to get dinner and a game of house until you showed up..." He glared at Richard then Russ. His gaze stayed longer on Russ.
Russ shrugged it off. "Why doesn't Ashley love me back?"
Richard stared blankly for a moment then shook his head. "You're a freak,"he announced before turning and walking away.
Tristan's expression darkened and he stomped off, muttering something about 'stay away from my girls, all of them'.
"My girls. No one else is allowed to hit on them...MY Ashley, MY Melody, and when she behaves MY KAT. They're all mine. Mine, mine, mine,"he muttered, slamming the door behind him. He walked through the kitchen then into the living room, taking in the people present at that moment.
Angel sat in one of the chairs, reading a book to David who was curled up on the floor at her feet. Her hands rested on either side of the book, holding it open, but she looked half asleep herself; her gaze kept going to the hallway. Natasha was sleeping on the couch while Derek sat on the floor with a box of cornflakes, counting them.
"Tristan, can you read?"Angel questioned without looking away from the book. After asking the question she returned to reading the book aloud to David.
"Yeah..."
She yawned. "Will you read to David for a little while? I need to go talk to John...please."
He hesitated then nodded and took the book from her. She stood and kissed him on the cheek before walking down the hall and vanishing into the room where John spent most of his time working on his romance novel or reading the others he kept stashed under the bed in a large box.
David peered up at him, cautiously. "Who are you?"
"...Tristan...I'm a friend of Angel's..."
"You're a friend of Aunt Angel?" His expression brightened then he nodded. "Kay, will you be reading to me?"
"Sure. What am I reading, uh..David?"
"The True Story of Peter Pan." (A/N: This is a real book which I recommend. It gives Peter Pan a real interesting twist where he and the lost boys are bad guys while Captain Hook's good. I wouldn't say it would make too terribly great a book for a child of David's age and family background but....)
Weird kid. Any other kid would read something like fairy tales or The Three Pigs. This kid has major problems; you can tell it's a mix of Scott and Jean.
Tristan nodded. He began to read the book, changing his voice slightly to fit the characters as he thought they should be done.
Somewhere behind them on the hallway a door slammed. Two sets of footsteps started down the hall, making a loud thudding sound. Raised voices accompanied these sounds.
"Oh, come on, John! I know this really cool coffee house place where you could read your novel and they'd pay you money." Angel's voice echoed through the darkened halls.
"What are you planning, shelia?"John demanded coming into the room and nodding to them. "G'day."
Tristan nodded.
Angel followed, trying to put her hair up and failing quite badly since strands kept falling. Her expression was one of pleading, slightly, but even more it was more innocent looking now then ever before.
"Nuthin'! Angel just thinks it would be good for you, Johnny...pleasey, please."
"No, shelia."
"Johnny."
"No."
AN HOUR AND A HALF LATER
"Why not?"
"Cause, Shelia...no more arguing."
"Give me one good reason and I'll leave you alone."
"Because I don't want anyone to see it..."
"She said a good reason!"a chorus of voice echoed from the kitchen where everyone's heads could be seen, peeking through the opening. A crowd had formed there with popcorn and pixie stixs.
"Who wants PIXIE STIXS?"Kat screeched, causing everyone to shrink away and a nearby window to crack straight down the middle. "I'm a fairy-pixie-princess."
Angel froze with her mouth open about to speak and looked over at their audience. John tapped one foot then glanced at the group of kids.
"Do you mind, mates?"he demanded before turning Angel's head back to him. He repeated his reason.
"That's not a good reason, St. John Allerdyce!" Angel crossed her arms and pushed his hand away from her face. She glared at him. "Don't touch me."
"Stop being difficult. Tell me what you plan to do while I'm, IF I GO, at this place reading my novel..."
"Invite over a million people and have a wild, crazy sex party?" Tristan looked hopeful before David pulled on his arm.
"What's sex, Tristan?"
"This is why I can't leave..." John buried his head within his hands and settled into a chair.
She moved over and patted his back, lightly. "I'm sorry, Johnny, Tristan's not mature enough to handle this responsibiltiy yet." She shot him a glare over her shoulder. "Look if it makes you feel better we have Scott and Tara...plus, Richard. What could go wrong?"
No sooner had she spoken Kat's voice broke out from the next room.
"It must have been love but it's over now
It must have been good but I lost it somehow
It must have been love but it's over now
From the moment we touched 'til the time had run out..."
Multiple groans echoed from everyone else and Natasha bolted up from sleep, clutching her ears. David ran to Angel and hid behind her, beginning to cry. Again.
John stood, throwing his hands up. When he spoke next he sounded tired. "Fine. I'll go to, if nothing else, get away from Kat and that horrible screeching she calls singing. I don't expect to come home and find a problem, got it?"
Angel nodded, solemly then kissed him on the cheek again. "Thank you, Johnny...you won't regret this. I promise...nothing will happen..."
NEXT CHAPTER: John leaves the kids alone which results in several 'accidents' with duct tape and a few people that really bug everyone. Guest appearances from Jax, Landon, Julius(don't own) for a little while(maybe) along with several suprises, including VISITATION. Confused? Wait 'til the next chapter, mates.