A few months later

As Owen Burnette returned from changing Alex for the fourth time that morning, Xanatos frown and set down his files on to the desk, "Owen, we need a governess. I can't afford you running back and forth all day, and your running ragged. There were two typos in the last quarter summary you gave me."

Owen, slightly flustered, agreed, "Sir, we do however, have more than slightly unusual house guests, and not to mention Alexander's talents—"

"Yes, yes, Owen," Said Xanatos waving him off, "I'm sure you'll think of something..."

"Of course, sir," Owen straightened and proceeded to the door, as he reached the doorway, he paused, and smiled. He caught himself humming an old Celtic tune, and thought Robyn would practically beg me to let her…

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"No, no, no, and for the thousandth time NO!" Robyn ranted in-mid air pacing furiously around Elisa's apartment.

"Why not? It could be so much fun. Think about it!" Puck whirled around the room.

"Oh, yes, Kicking, screaming, biting, oh yes that's how I spell f—hang on…I thought you told me Oberon took your powers?"

"Naw…not really, more of a show, as long as I have Alex's interests at heart I should be fine."

Robyn raised her eyebrows, "That's interesting…I wonder if—"

"Alex would be too much of a hassle? No absolutely not, the kid has more self control than a military sergeant."

"Oh, you mean before or after they loot a city?"

"Robyn…"

"It's too dangerous…If Elisa found out…I still have to play by the old rules, remember."

"Who said anything about Elisa," Puck dogged on, "we were discussing a very profitable position at Xanatos Enterprises. You of course, would be answerable to only Xanatos, Fox, and Alexander. Alex, by the way, is heir to the Emporium, who—."

"Is an infant!" Robyn barked.

"Yes but he'll grow…so fast these mortal youths and then, well he'll remember his teacher…I have."

"It is obvious you've been around mortals way too long. You've forgotten what tempts a fey…and you know that that debt is one that is never repaid. Besides," Robyn added, "If anyone found out about this I would be in—."

"In trouble? Yes, perhaps, but when aren't you? In any case the only magic you'll be handling is your own. A little glamour and your done…nothing more. A peaceful quiet job…"

"Famous last words. So, my final answer is no, and I'll say it again to get it through that thick head of yours…NO!!!"

Ding

Robyn turned and hissed, "How the hell did you get me here, again?"

Owen entered the elevator and smiled, "Reverse psychology."

"I don't understand regular psychology let alone backwards." Robyn entered the elevator; she was tall, tall enough to be able to look squarely in Owen's eyes. Her hair was long wavy and black, it was pulled back into a neat bun and glasses perched gently on her nose, and her dark classic face showed up nicely on her light powder blue suit.

"Why am I wearing a suit again? You can't watch kids in a suit, high heels toddler disaster beyond imagination."

The elevator doors closed. "You haven't got the job yet, you still need an interview, and don't worry about an application I filled one out for you, here's a copy."

"I have to suck up to your bosses, to get a job I don't want, to watch a kid I didn't have, for a student I didn't really care for!"

Owen smirked, "Yes. Now here, your application. You are Katrina Roberson, you live in the apartment above Elisa's, and I've taken the liberty of renting it under your name. You moved here from Wisconsin because your father is ill, and you need the money for a risky operation. You've attended University of Wisconsin Madison, which is were we met."

"You went to Madison? I mean I knew you went to college, but I assumed it was Harvard or Yale, but you went to one of the top ten Public Party schools in the nation?"

"Yes, and so have you…"

"Apparently…wait what of experience…"

"You have thousands of years, I'm sure you'll think of something."

"Oh, well thank you…"

The elevator doors opened.

Ding

"Well, she seemed nice enough," Fox said pursing her lips together, "I don't know though, David, I mean how can we know..."

"How she'll handle things?" Xanatos queried, "I think that a close eye would be most advisable, at least for the first few days."

"Are you saying she has the job?" Fox cautiously sipped her wine.

"What else could I be saying," Xanatos mused," I need Owen back, he's completely worn out from Alex, and he needs a caretaker for the day...and if anything goes too poorly, clean mind wipe- nothing happened."

"David," Fox chuckled, but visibly more relaxed, "You know that's still experimental."

"Well, I'll have Owen give her a call, and let her know she starts work Monday. I do wish she could work later than eight though."

"The Gargoyles are usually up by then. David is something bothering you?" Fox rose from her seat. Xanatos waved her back down.

"No. Nothing," It was the first time he had ever lied to Fox.